Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 821 Mom, Don’t Cry

Alice excitedly asked, "Is this a gift from Uncle to Mommy?"

Catherine looked at the shoes in her hand, vaguely responded. The tag was torn off, and the box was gone, only placed in an ordinary cloth bag, yet she could still feel the man’s thoughtfulness.

She squatted down to put on the shoes, and instantly her feet felt as if they were released from shackles. Although the rubbed part still hurt, it was much more comfortable for her.

She took Alice’s hand again, mother and daughter walked towards home.

Once they arrived, Catherine didn’t dare to delay and started packing immediately.

Today she met Nancy Newman; given Nancy’s dislike for her, she would definitely tell Foster Newman about her presence. When he gets drunk, he might come looking for her, so she needed to move as soon as possible.

Thinking about this, Catherine was secretly grateful for the sudden job opportunity Benjamin Jones had provided her. They would never think that she would move there, and even if they knew, Rose Valley’s tight security meant Foster Newman couldn’t get in.

Over the past three years, every time she thought of her decision then, she deeply regretted it. Sighing lightly, Catherine continued to pack, only to hear a childish sigh from beside her. Looking up at her daughter, she asked, "Why is a little child sighing?"

Alice looked at her mother innocently, "I’m imitating you."

Catherine was stunned, "You little rascal, why are you imitating Mommy?"

"Then why does Mommy sigh?" Alice asked Catherine, tilting her beautiful little face up.

Catherine, shocked by her daughter’s question, touched her daughter’s forehead with her fingertip, "Alright, alright, Mommy will not sigh anymore."

"Hmm, and Alice is not a little rascal." Alice nodded in satisfaction and then reminded her mom.

Catherine smiled, "Hmm, not a little rascal, but a smart egg."

Alice thought hard with her head tilted, wondering if ’smart egg’ was a compliment, then she saw her mother taking out a suitcase, and her little face instantly drooped, "Mommy, are we moving again?"

Catherine felt pain from the word ’again’ her daughter used, kept her hands moving without a pause and after a while managed to speak with a smile, "Yes, but this time we are moving into a big house, with a beautiful yard. Alice will definitely like it there."

But the moment she finished speaking, she saw her three-year-old daughter’s eyes reddening, with big tears welling up in her beautiful eyes. Catherine hurriedly went over to hug Alice in her arms, "Alice, sweetie, don’t cry."

"Is it because Alice is bad? Alice didn’t mean it. Did aunt tell Dad to come and hit us..." Alice said incoherently as her tears rolled down heavily.

Catherine wiped her daughter’s tears while explaining, "Mommy knows it’s not Alice’s fault. We are not moving because of Dad. It’s your Uncle Jones, he recommended a part-time job for mommy, to look after a house for some family. It’s right next to Uncle Jones’s house. You really like Uncle Jones, don’t you? After we move, we can see Uncle Jones often."

Alice was still crying, but upon hearing Uncle Jones, her tears stopped, though her little body still shivered. Looking up with her eyes washed with tears, "Mommy, are you telling the truth? Don’t lie to Alice."

"How could Mommy lie to Alice? Tomorrow we will be able to see Uncle Jones," Catherine Ford originally did not want Alice to have too much contact with Benjamin Jones, but Alice obviously liked Benjamin, and whether it was about the house or today’s incident at the dance class, she was indebted to him.

Luckily, Benjamin didn’t notice anything else, she planned to repay his kindness later.

When Alice heard that she could see Benjamin tomorrow, she finally turned her tears into smiles, and even started to help Catherine pack up, occasionally handing Catherine small items and throwing away trash, both well-behaved and adorable, softening Catherine’s heart completely. The humiliation and pain of the past felt worthwhile at this moment.

After packing the luggage, Catherine made some food for herself and Alice, then she called the landlord. Since the lease was not up yet, and she suddenly wanted to terminate it, the landlord was very displeased and ended up deducting the deposit and a month’s rent.

Although Catherine felt heartache, she also knew there was no other way.

At night, after coaxing Alice to sleep, she sat in the small room of about twenty square meters, turned on a desk lamp to do her accounts, occasionally her gaze drifting to the pair of light-colored low-heeled shoes in the corner, her expression somewhat absent-minded. That night three years ago was an uncontrolled derailment in her overly cautious life, like a sweet yet lust-filled dream, after which life only got worse.

She smiled ruefully, then Catherine lowered her head and continued to look through her small ledger, calculating that she could no longer attend the dance class here, and the chances of refunding the tuition fee were even smaller than the rent, but Alice still needed to continue her dance lessons...

Thud thud thud!

Just as Catherine was lost in thought, a sudden urgent knocking sound came from outside the door, startling her so much that her pen dropped onto the notebook. She then turned and lunged beside Alice, intending to cover her daughter’s ears.

But it was already too late, Alice woke up startled, her eyes filled with fear, and she threw herself into her mother’s arms.

Catherine held her daughter tightly, her body uncontrollably trembling, the knocking from outside becoming rougher, accompanied by that nightmarish voice, "Catherine Ford, open the door, I know you’re inside, open up!"

"Mommy..." Alice called out in fear, her body trembling slightly.

"Alice, don’t be afraid, do you remember what Mommy taught you?" Catherine tried to stabilize her emotions, whispering to her daughter.

"Hmm, cover my ears and hide, a guardian angel will come to drive away the big bad guy..." Alice repeated in her childish voice, words her mother had told her countless times before.

Catherine nodded, "Alice is the most obedient, smartest, and bravest girl, now will Alice hide for me, okay?"

The little girl nodded at Catherine with teary eyes, hummed a sound, and then crawled out of Catherine’s embrace and skillfully hid under the bed.

Catherine bit her lip hard, then stood up and walked to the door, speaking through it, "Foster Newman, we are already divorced, if you continue to harass me like this, I can call the police."

"Bitch, you dare, I heard about it, that lawyer is your new lover right? How dare you think you’ve climbed up the ranks, now open the door for me!" Foster Newman shouted, drunk, his hands pounding with more strength, causing the wooden door to vibrate as well.

Catherine’s face turned pale, "Foster Newman, we were married under an agreement to help each other, now we’re divorced, do you really have to take things this far?"

"Can’t I regret it? All you women are cheap, fickle, I thought you were different from others, but it turns out you are also a bitch, open the door now..." As Foster Newman continued to curse dirtier and grew more agitated, the whole floor trembled along.

Catherine moved a table over, using it to block the door, gritted her teeth and stayed silent, her body uncontrollably trembling. She grew up with Kyle Carter, Nancy Newman, and Foster Newman, never imagining they could turn out this way.

She never imagined that the person she once thought she’d spend her life with would cunningly plot against her, pushing her into the fire while thinking he was doing her favors.

Catherine recalled the first time Foster hit her, just barely two months after giving birth to Alice. Initially, she thought he was just out of control due to career setbacks and the stimulus of his boyfriend falling for someone else.

Unfortunately, her naivety turned her life into an unending nightmare. She asked for a divorce countless times, only to be refused by Foster who would then make scenes at her parents’ house, forcing them to persuade her repeatedly. Finally, it would all peter out, and for the sake of Alice’s mental health, she kept moving houses, but he always found her.

He was like a demon that still haunts them.

It wasn’t until Benjamin Jones took on her case that she finally escaped their marital ties, but unexpectedly, he still refused to let her go.

The turmoil of these three years flashed through her mind. Catherine closed her eyes, "Foster, we have nothing to do with each other anymore. If you don’t leave now, don’t blame me for calling the police."

"Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell your folks that the child isn’t mine? What do you think your parents would feel, staying in Newman Village?" Foster threatened sinisterly through the door.

Catherine had heard this more than once; each time, it sent chills down her spine, "Foster, don’t forget I know your affairs too. We might as well tear each other apart!"

"Bitch, if you dared, you wouldn’t let me conceal our divorce. You don’t even dare to mention the divorce, do you truly dare let me bring it up? And do you have evidence about my affairs? Even if you think they would believe me or you? Open the door!" Foster said recklessly, then began banging on the door again.

The neighbors were disturbed and shouted a few curses, but Foster became only more aggressive, shouting and banging, turning into a completely different person after drinking.

The landlord upstairs was eventually disturbed, who was already upset about Catherine moving out today. Seeing Foster turn up exacerbated the situation, she directly called Catherine, ordering her to "get out" immediately so as not to disturb the other tenants.

Upon hearing this, Catherine’s heart felt panicky to the extent of almost pleading, but the landlord, awakened and furious, wouldn’t listen to her explanations and hung up abruptly.

Outside, Foster suddenly switched from aggression to explaining to the surrounding neighbors that it was just a quarrel with his wife and she wouldn’t open the door for him. His face was so deceptive that some people actually believed him and began persuading her to open the door.

What’s worse, someone suggested Foster ask the landlord for a spare key. Terrified, Catherine shuddered violently and yelled, "Foster, I’ve called the police!"

After saying this, she hesitated no longer and immediately dialed 110.

Soon, the sound of sirens approached. Foster, having been warned by the court not to disturb Catherine’s life, ran off at the sound, leaving those who had been persuading Catherine to open the door dumbfounded until the police arrived and questioned them.

Catherine, trembling, opened the door and explained the situation to the police. Since the person had already fled, the police could only make a report and asked her to be careful next time. However, the disturbance made the landlord feel the place was jinxed. She handed Catherine a thousand yuan, threw her suitcases out of the room, and demanded she move out immediately.

In the middle of the night, Catherine, ousted from the house, holding a suitcase in one hand and a terrified Alice in the other, had to be wary of Foster popping out suddenly, shivering in the early winter night.

"Mommy, where are we going now?" Alice peeked out from Catherine’s embrace and asked gently, her pretty little face still showing traces of unease and fear, but she tried her best not to cry, knowing her mother was already struggling and she couldn’t add more trouble.

"We... let’s find a motel to stay for the night, and then tomorrow we can move next to Uncle Jones, would that be okay?" Catherine asked her daughter apologetically.

"Okay." Alice nodded obediently.

In an instant, Catherine Ford’s eyes reddened. She lowered her head and rubbed her cheek against her daughter’s little face, whispering in her heart nonstop, Mama is sorry, Mama is so sorry...

"Mom, don’t cry." Alice felt the moisture on her face, her little hand patting Catherine.

Catherine almost burst into tears. She tilted her head back to hold the tears in, then forced a smile, "Mommy won’t cry. Baby won’t cry either."

"Yes." Alice obediently responded and then pointed to the ground, "Mom, put me down, I can walk by myself."

"No need, Mama wants to hold Alice." At this moment, Catherine felt that the only thing she could cling to was the soft little person in her arms, and she couldn’t bear to put her down.

Alice’s beautiful face was full of concern, "But Mom will get tired."

"Mom is not tired." Catherine kissed Alice’s forehead and hugged her daughter even tighter, dragging the heavy suitcase forward. Worried that Foster Newman lived nearby, she didn’t dare to choose a hotel too close in case she accidentally bumped into him; she could only move forward.

Fortunately, she wore the shoes Benjamin Jones gave her today. Even though her body felt heavy, they were comfortable to walk in. However, it wasn’t long before small snowflakes began to drift from the sky.

Today’s first snow.

People say the first snow is romantic, but Catherine felt she would probably never understand that romance. She just felt cold.

The snowflakes, accompanied by the north wind, were bone-chillingly cold.

She stopped to cover Alice’s face with a hat, then resumed pulling the suitcase.

The night deepened, and it wasn’t easy to find a hotel. After what felt like a long time, she finally found one with lights on. By the time she completed the check-in procedures and entered the room, Alice had already fallen asleep in her arms.

She carefully placed Alice on the bed, clumsily removed her daughter’s coat with her stiff hands, found some hot water and wiped Alice’s cold little face and feet. After settling Alice down, she collapsed beside her, seeing that it was already three in the morning.

She didn’t know how long she sat there before Catherine finally recovered, got up, and rubbed her sore arms, then stepped into the bathroom.

It wasn’t until the hot water showered down that Catherine felt revitalized. After stepping out of the bathroom, she saw the somewhat dirty shoes she wore. She kneeled down and meticulously wiped them with tissue until they were clean before sighing in relief and lying down on the bed.

Alice didn’t sleep soundly on the bed, occasionally muttering something. By the time Catherine tried to listen, the sound had stopped; this repeated over and over. Catherine’s nerves were stretched tight all night, fearful that Alice felt uncomfortable.

Because of her initial accidental pregnancy and the provocations from both Kyle Carter and Nancy Newman, she was constantly anxious. One moment she thought of keeping the baby, the next she thought of getting an abortion, also scared that her family would accidentally find out. After an erratic marriage with Foster Newman, although she kept Alice, due to inadequate nutrition during pregnancy and premature birth, Alice, weighing less than four pounds at birth, was much weaker than the average child.

Only when dawn broke did Catherine finally breathe a sigh of relief, unaware that Foster Newman had come looking for her shortly after the police left, and upon discovering her move, had angrily set out again.