My brother-in-law My husband
Chapter 42

But he did not expect Marco, his younger brother, to like Catherine. This usually mischievous boy was a jewel in Marcell's eyes. He actually likes his girlfriend. It was the best result he could get from his family.

"And Catherine is a great cook, I must admit. Marco loved his cooking so much that he would actually eat whatever Catherine made."

…

"No, it's not him" Marcell shook his head. He knows his little brother very well. "Marco may be naughty, but he idolized me when I was young. He's also very obedient."

"I've told her not to accept Catherine, so she must have rejected Catherine's request. That bitch deserves to be punished for running away from me. Divorce is no longer possible now" Marcell said.

To be honest, he wasn't sure of himself. He couldn't break the divorce papers, no matter what. Maybe she didn't want to find another woman to remarry because they were all gold-digging prostitutes.

Marcell shook his head again, "I believe him. He's my brother, so he won't trouble me."

**

Marco entered his car building and left the office. "Pffttth…. Ahahahs…. AHHAHAHAH!" Marco held his laughter all the time and finally laughed out loud. He laughed so much that his stomach started cramping.

"Well, ah. haha! Oh, my God, that's so funny!" Marco continued to sneer like a madman.

"He trusted me completely. So stupid! Ahahahahahah!"

"Well, it's his fault to do it. It's all just beginning, it's going to take a while, but I'm going to make sure everything's destroyed" Marco said.

Of course, he already had plans for Marcell, Catherine, and his family. But everything is just beginning, and she must gain more trust and keep Catherine safe until she can take advantage of it to her advantage.

His eyes cooled until there was no emotion. "You're on the list too, Catherine Sebastian. Just because I'm holding you back doesn't mean I need you to stay. You're as dead as my brother."

Marco stepped on the gas, and his car sped past the highway as he returned to his apartment.Marco little— well, very upset now. She refuses to have dinner with her older brother because she expects Catherine to cook dinner for him.

But when she enters the penthouse, Catherine is nowhere to be seen, and the dining table is empty.

"What—dia wishes I cooked by myself? I paid him to cook!" Marco complained.

He started looking for his sister-in-law, "Sister-in-law? Catherine, Catherine!"

"Y—Ya!" Catherine sped up her pace and climbed upstairs. He saw Marco sitting at the dining table with an expression that could only be described as annoyed.

More like a boy who's upset, actually.

"Do you need anything, Marco?"

Marco glanced at him and clicked his tongue in annoyance, "Is this how you greet me? Don't you understand your work here?"

Catherine still looked puzzled, and Marco pointed to the empty dining table, "Where is my dinner?"

"I thought you'd work late into the night and have dinner outside." replied Catherine.

"And? You still need to cook for me even if I'm not home!"

"B-But it'll be for nothing. The ingredients are mahal—"

Marco slammed the mahogany table as soon as he heard Catherine say it would be a waste of materials because it was expensive.

The mood was instantly destroyed. He got up and stood in front of Catherine like an intimidating ferocious beast, ready to devour her,

"Do you think I don't have the money to feed you? Huh huh? I can feed you with all the fancy things in life!"

"I—I never said that…." Catherine took a step back to avoid Marco, who was angry for no reason, and Marco naturally took a step forward to close their gap.

Catherine did not know why Marco was always angry because he was just trying to be frugal.

In her life with Marcell, she would cook a lot for her husband, and Marcell would eat a bite or two before leaving. He would also scold Catherine, calling her *****dumb for wasting food…

All the ridicule, insults, ridicule, and emotional abuse Marcell experienced suddenly flooded his mind, and he saw traces of Marcell in Marco's eyes.

Marco shouted repeatedly until his throat was dry. However, Catherine was unresponsive the entire time.

She looked at him with beautiful doe eyes as if she did not understand what made Marco angry. Marco snapped in frustration. He grabbed her arm with his strong grip and shouted in front of her.

"STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT AND SAY SOMETHING!"

Catherine's body trembled as Marco tightened his grip on her arm, and her eyes glazed over.

Slowly, a single tear drop flowed from the end of his eye to his cheek.

Before Marco could speak more, he felt something hit his temple.

"What's—"

Marco turned his head to the right and saw Amanda holding a pencil, pen, book, and everything he had while glaring at Marco.

"DON'T HURT MOM! UNCLE UGLY!" Amanda threw her things one by one at Marco, and some hit her head.

"Stop! Nak— ouch!" When he saw the pen almost hitting his eyes, Marco closed his eyes spontaneously. She releases Catherine, who pushes her away and runs towards her daughter.

She grabbed Amanda and carried her as she ran downstairs.

"WAIT!" Marco tries to chase after Catherine, but as soon as he gets off, the woman and her daughter are nowhere to be seen. They may be hiding in one of the rooms.

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Catherine took a deep breath to brace herself and climbed the stairs while tiptoeing, hoping she didn't make any noise that bothered Marco.

He peeked before stepping on the last step. He hoped the penthouse would be completely destroyed. But nothing seems wrong. No glass or plates were shattered, and no tables were turned upside down.

It was as if Marco had just ended his violence right after Catherine had escaped with her daughter.

Catherine did not understand this person, her swing mood was crazy, and Catherine did not even know what made her angry. Everything about this guy is so random.

After confirming that Marco was nowhere near the kitchen and dining room, he braced himself and entered Marco's penthouse. He looked around and could not find Marco anywhere until he saw someone sleeping on a long sofa in the living room.

The living room was dimly lit because the only source of light was the moon that rained down on her handsome face gently. Catherine approached the man and saw Marco sleeping there.

He seemed to be sound asleep, with his arms covering his eyes.

Catherine stood at least two feet away from the long sofa, staring at Marco, who was sound asleep.

"I don't know what's on your mind, Marco. You can be so kind and a minute later" Catherine murmured, making sure her voice was slow enough so she wouldn't wake her up.

He hears Marco grumbling about something in his sleep, but is not heard. However, Marco repeated the random name continuously, so it must be something important.

Curious, Catherine took a step forward to check on Marco and heard Marco's name in his sleep. Unfortunately, Catherine could not really catch the name she muttered in her sleep, but it was definitely a name because she repeated it over and over again.

As Catherine watched the sleeping lion, she noticed something was wrong with the wall behind the sofa.

It had been badly cracked, and blood splattered on the wall. Catherine flinched and immediately held her breath. He shut his mouth, afraid he would wake Marco up.

He observed the cracked wall with blood again and examined Marco's hand.

The first hand of—the arm that covered his eyes was not injured, but as he examined the other hand that was hanging low, he nearly gasped twice.

"Oh my God…." Catherine saw Marco's fist covered in blood. It looked so bad that he wondered if he should call an ambulance.

'Wait, I don't know if he's still angry or not….' Catherine wondered. She wanted to help him, but her anger made her doubtful.

'OK, if I can't call an ambulance, at least I can give him first aid.'

Catherine went down and returned to Marco with a P3K box.

He took a deep breath and carefully sat on the floor while examining the bloodied hands. He pulled out an alcohol antiseptic tissue, a bandage, and a small bucket of water from the bathroom.

Catherine examined the fist first by carefully holding Marco's wrist and tucking his fingers together to intertwine with his fingers, so that Catherine could stretch out her fingers and gently wash them with water.

Initially, Marco cupped his fists tightly, even as he fell asleep.

But as soon as Catherine's fingers tried to gently open her fists, the fists lowered their defenses slowly until Catherine could braid their fingers and begin washing Marco's fists.

His blood had already dried up, so it must have been a long time since he had punched the wall. After he finished washing the dried blood from his knuckles, his wound became visible.

It's terrible, and Catherine doesn't understand why Marco did this to himself.

'Okay, okay, relax, Catherine. Time to put alcohol on.'

Catherine carefully soaked the cotton with an antiseptic. He patted his wound, but Marco reacted immediately as soon as he felt a stinging pain in his hand.

"HMHH!"