I’m Sorry But I Love You

Since she was tortured by Anderson, when Catherine woke up the next morning, she felt pains all over her body.

All her negative emotions surged in her heart. Catherine wanted to take spills to suppress them. Her disorder broke up more and more often recently. Her medicine bottles were empty already.

Catherine frowned.

A lot of medicines she was taking were developed particularly by Owen’s pharmaceuticals company, which were not available in the market. However, she had to cut ties with Owen.

After thinking for a long while, Catherine contacted Antonio.

Seeing Catherine’s number on his phone, Antofelt surprised. “Hello, Catherine?” Considering that she was not that close to Antonio, Catherine felt a bit embarrassed. “I'll send you a few medicines through WeChat. Could you please check if they are available in your hospital? If not, do you think | could get any replacement for them?” Antosquinted. “How about taking them to my hospital directly? I'll check you up first. If | don’t have the medicines you need, | can prescribe new medicines for you.” Catherine thought what he said did make sense. After all, Owen's medicines hadn't been available in the market yet, so probably Antoshouldn’t have them in his hospital.

She straightened herself up simply and went to Antonio’s hospital.

When she arrived, Antohad been waiting for her in his office.

Catherine took all her medicines from her bag. “Please take a look. Sof them haven't been in the market yet. | can’t buy them now. Could you helpcheck if there is any replacement?” Seeing that Catherine take out a dozen of medicine bottles in a row, Antohad unhappiness flashing through his eyes, which disappeared right away. He picked up each bottle to take a look.

The more he looked at the bottles, the more unhappy he became, wondering if her depressive disorder had becway too serious.

Catherine knew her status very well. She said, ‘I've tried a lot of medicines in the market, but they didn’t work well. Could you findsmedicines that have a stronger effect? Antokept silent. He looked at the bottles with a frown for a long while. “I'll take you for a check-up.” Catherine shook her head. “No, thanks. | have a major depressive disorder.” She always took the checkup whenever she had finished a phase of medication. However, her symptom never decreased.

Recently her disorder had broken out more often than before. She was sure that it had becmore serious.

Seeing that she was unwilling to do the checkup, Antodidn’t insist. “It’s quite difficult to find the medicines that you need in the market. If you don’t want to trouble Owen, I'll contact him.” Catherine hesitated for a moment and said, “Please don’t. | don’t want to let him know that I've finished all the medicines that he gave me.” Owen had given her the dose for a whole year. Catherine started to put back the medicine bottles into her bag.

Antoknew that she was going back home. He asked in a low voice, “Tomorrow is the third-year of the death anniversary of your mom Will you go to visit her?” A bottle in Catherine’s hand fell on the ground, rolling afar.

Catherine was stiffened while standing there. After a long while, she said with difficulty, “No, | don’t think so.” She felt ashamed to face her parents.

She picked up the bottle from the floor in a panic, turned around, and escaped from the office.

Antodidn’t insist. Watching her awkward back, he said, “The eighth row, South Mountain Cemetery. Catherine paused, but she then walked forward without turning around.

After returning home, she hid in the study, trying to numb herself by drawing.

Within the afternoon, she had signed quite a few contracts with Ethan’s comic platform. The editor who would work with her was quite responsible.

“Your personal styles in drawing comics are too obvious. | suggest you change the drawing style in future work.” Reading this requirement, Catherine hesitated for a few minutes.

She knew what it meant. In order not to make any trouble to the platform again, she agreed.

Since she needed to hide her drawing styles, Catherine didn’t work quite smoothly. To adjust to the change, she kept drawing until midnight before going to bed.

When she got up the next morning, it was already noon, but the sky was still overcast.

“Tomorrow is the third-year of the death anniversary of your mom. The eighth row, South Mountain Cemetery.” Antonio’s words reechoed in her mind. No matter how much she wanted to ignore or numbed herself with the busy work, she couldn't get rid of it.

Finally, Catherine showed up in South Mountain Cemetery, which was a famous cemetery for the rich. She thought it must be Antowho helped her, for which she was quite grateful.

She walked to the graveyard slowly.

Her mood had becworse and worse. It started showering as well. Under the raindrops, Catherine carefully kept the roses she had bought in her arms - it was her mother’s favorite flower.

The sky was overcast and gloomy and the air visibility was quite low. It wasn’t until Catherine had arrived at the graveyard did she noticed that a man was standing on the eighth row.

She could recognize whose back was that even if that person was burned into ashes. Anderson Clark! She rushed to the tombstone and confirmed it was her parents’.

“Why are you here?” Catherine yelled loudly. When seeing Anderson standing in front of her parents’ tombstone, she had already lost her mind.

Anderson frowned. He didn’t expect that Catherine would chere. “Fuck off!” Catherine snapped.

Bending over, she picked up the two bunches of chrysanthemums and smashed them on Anderson. “My parents don’t need your worship! Fuck off!” Anderson pat the chrysanthemum petals from his clothes with a frown. He grabbed Catherine’s hands that were hitting him continuously. “Stop making a fuss!” ‘Making a fuss?’ she reechoed her words inwardly.

He was a murderer who killed her parents. She asked him to get out from her parents’ tombstone, and he thought that she was making a fuss.

“Fuck off!” Catherine's eyes were sharp and cold.

It was the third year of the death anniversary of Catherine’s mother. Anderson hadn’t expected that Catherine would chere, so he chere as he was doing in the past years as usual. Much to his surprise, he encountered her.

He couldn’t understand why she reacted so fiercely.

Whenever Anderson met her cold eyes, he couldn't control himself from becoming furious. He said in a cold tone with an indifferent look, “I cto visit Isabella, and | passed by. So I'm worshiping them out of kindness.” Out of kindness? He did it out of kindness, didn’t he? His ruthless words were like the sharpest daggers.

Catherine felt a sharp pang in her heart. Her body shook and her face paled. She glinted at Anderson with hatred.

Anderson could see the hatred in her eyes.

He also felt quite uncomfortable. Irritably, he turned around and strode away, disappearing in the rain.

When they walked down from the graveyard, Paul studied Anderson's expression and reminded him gingerly, “Miss Johnson didn’t bring an umbrella. The rain is getting heavier. | don’t think it easy for her to take a cab here.

Shall we wait for her?” Anderson looked up at him, and his eyes were cold. “Are you the driver foror her?” Paul didn’t have the guts to continue at all. He had to drive away. Inwardly, he thought, ‘Mr. Clark is getting more and more unreasonable. He has dumped the big client and chere to worship Miss Johnson's parents.

Obviously, he did it because he cares about Miss Johnson.’ However, when he met Miss Johnson, he made her cry. Wasn't he unreasonable? Paul heaved a sigh.

After Anderson had gone, Catherine knelt in front of her parents’ tombstone. “Mommy, I'm sorry. It’s all my fault.

I shouldn't have loved him.” Her face was wet, not sure if it was the rain or her tears.

The rain was getting heavier. Catherine was still talking to her parents as if she didn’t feel it at all.

Sometimes, she told them about what had happened recently as if they were still alive. Sometimes, she was immersed in the regrets, crying out of breath.

She didn’t notice that a slender man was standing next to her.