Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 40

Truth be told, Lowell had been hoping his boss would give up on searching for Elijah’s birth mother. After all, six years had slipped by without a trace, and the chances of finding her were slim to none.

And even if by some miracle she was found, what if she had moved on, married, and started a new family?

Knowing Tarquin, there was no way he’d force her to upend her life.

Lowell had been Tarquin’s right–hand man for years. The fact that he called him by his first name, rather than the formal ‘sir‘ expected between master and servant, spoke volumes

about their bond.

They were brothers in arms, sharing a camaraderie that was thicker than blood, and Lowell wanted nothing but the best for Tarquin.

Meanwhile, Elysia had arrived at Corbin’s hospital room.

Just a day apart, and the boy’s complexion had turned ghostly pale. He didn’t yell or scream; his eyes shut tight, his whole body quivering as he muttered incoherently to himself.

Mr. and Mrs. Denton, along with a flurry of lab–coated doctors, were all standing vigil in

the room.

The doctors were frantically poring over medical charts while Mrs. Denton wept as if her heart would break.

Elysia didn’t bother with pleasantries; she hurried over to check on Corbin’s condition.

his gaze unreadable

– every mo

could speak, he suddenly woke with a start, screaming at the top of his

be alone with him. Could

and quickly ushered everyone out.

behind them, those outside could only hear

on edge, and the family matriarch voiced her concern:

a licensed doctor. You hardly know her. How can you trust her

10:26

Denton sighed deeply. “What other choice do we have? We’ve consulted every expert available, and not one could offer a cure. If this continues, something

it was a last–ditch effort, hoping against hope.

with worry, his thoughts

all medical avenues for Elijah, with no improvement in his condition. Any glimmer of hope was worth

have allowed Elysia

about half an hour, the door

down now, says he’s hungry and would

erupted in

sitting on the bed,

managed to cover her

“Mommy, I’m hungry. I want pasta.”

in Mrs. Denton’s eyes. “Of course, pasta. Mommy will make it herself. Just tell