Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 1018

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 1018

However, neither Shane nor Catherine laughed at him.

As Shane glared at him icily, Catherine addressed him with an apologetic look on her face. "I'm here to see you, Sam."

Sam scoffed, saying with difficulty, "I've been in here for ages, yet you've never come. Don't you feel like a hypocrite to appear in this place now?"

Indeed, none of it had anything to do with her, but she was his wife. His heart chilled at the thought of how she had abandoned him in the moment of crisis, letting him face it alone.

"I'm the hypocrite?" Catherine had initially felt sorry for not visiting him. However, the moment she heard him saying that, the guilt in her heart instantly vanished, replaced only by rage. "Will you leave us for a moment, Shane? I need to give this old man here a piece of my mind," Catherine asked Shane while she continued to glare at Sam furiously.

Shane raised his brows. "Sure. I'll be back in ten."

"All right." Catherine nodded.

Shane turned and left.

Now, only Catherine and Sam were left in the visiting room.

Catherine placed the folder on the counter and said, "You're right that I haven't visited you once ever since you'd gotten in here, but did you really think I had a choice? I was under house arrest by Shane the whole time. He even had someone watching me around the clock every day. As long as I acted slightly out of the ordinary, he'd suspect I was up plotting something. Do you even know how much I had to suffer throughout this time? And all this was because of you!"

"I-I had no idea. You didn't mention anything about it just now either." A guilty look flashed across Sam's eyes. Funnily, rather than admitting his own mistake in not asking her, he still insisted on blaming her for not bringing it up earlier.

Knowing his nature, Catherine did not remain angry at him for long, even though the entire matter did seem rather ironic to her. "Forget it. I didn't come to talk about these."

"Then what are you doing here?" Sam frowned.

Catherine scrutinized him. "I heard your final trial is coming soon, and you're likely to receive a death sentence. That's why I came to see you."

Hearing "death sentence" being uttered, Sam shuddered unwittingly as a burst of anger shot through his body. Even his eyes turned red as he stuttered, "I-It's Shane's fault! I-I'm his uncle! How dare that s-son of a b*tch do this to me!"

"That's enough. As his uncle, you killed his parents and fed him drugs that almost took away his ability to father a child. You can only blame yourself for the way he treats you," stated Catherine drily, rolling her eyes.

Sam stared at her in disbelief. "Y-You're speaking up for him?"

"I'm speaking up for nobody and am merely stating the facts from the point of view of an outsider," said Catherine nonchalantly.

Sam scoffed. "Fine, I don't want to argue with you about this. Now, contact Sean quickly and have him come and save me. He has some powerful people backing him up, people who can easily turn a death sentence into a life sentence. You-"

"Bullsh*t! Sean's never cared about us. We may be his parents, but he would never come to rescue you. Surely he knew it when the both of us were either caught or imprisoned, but when had he ever shown his face? Never! It goes to show he really couldn't care whether we live or die." Catherine's tone was mild, but a plaintive expression lingered in her eyes.

At that, Sam's body shook even more violently. "How could he? I'm his father!"

"So what if you're his father? Have you ever loved or protected him before? I don't think so, and neither had I. Thus, how could you expect him to treat us as his parents? His heart is colder than what we can imagine, and it is us who had made him this way. At the bottom of it all, we're the ones who owe him, as we had never fulfilled our responsibilities as his parents. We really can't blame him for his cold- heartedness." Catherine ended her speech with a sigh.

In fact, she did blame Sean for completely ignoring them both, but no matter how much she felt that way, she would never shamelessly ask for his help.