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 as he

– every mo

woke with

“I need to be alone with him. Could you all please

and quickly ushered

door closed behind them, those outside could only hear Corbin’s cries

and the family matriarch

licensed doctor. You hardly know her. How can

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her face, was inconsolable. Mr. Denton sighed deeply. “What other choice do we have? We’ve consulted every expert available, and not one could offer a cure. If

a last–ditch effort,

his

improvement

he would have allowed

about half an hour, the door opened.

threshold, announcing, “He’s calmed down now, says he’s hungry

room erupted in disbelief.

to snap back to reality, rushing into the room to find Corbin sitting on the bed, quietly looking up at her with his soft, childlike voice. “Mommy, I’m

Denton nearly shrieked with excitement but managed to cover her mouth, not wanting to startle her son.

repeated, “Mommy, I’m hungry.

with emotion, tears welled up in Mrs. Denton’s eyes. “Of course, pasta. Mommy will make it herself. Just