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

– every mo

Corbin’s pulse, and before she could speak, he suddenly woke with a start, screaming at the

to Mrs. Denton. “I need to be alone with him. Could

trusted her implicitly and quickly ushered

the door closed behind them, those outside could

Denton family was on edge, and the family matriarch

not a licensed doctor. You hardly know her.

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do we have? We’ve consulted every expert available, and not one could offer a cure. If this continues, something terrible might happen to Corbin.

was a last–ditch effort,

brow furrowed with worry, his

with no improvement in his condition. Any

for recent events, he would have allowed Elysia to approach Elijah much sooner.

half an hour, the door

stood at the threshold, announcing, “He’s calmed down now, says he’s

room erupted in

the first to snap back to reality, rushing into the room to find Corbin sitting

cover her mouth, not wanting to

hungry. I want

up in Mrs. Denton’s eyes. “Of course, pasta. Mommy will make it herself. Just tell Mommy what kind you’d