Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 217

The two brothers rushed home, barely noticing the sinister gaze that followed them from the shadows.

Cloaked in black, the masked figure whispered eerily, “Naughty boys, never listening, heh, naughty boys, never listening.”

Suddenly, a stray cat emerged from the bushes. With a swift motion, the figure caught it. His hands were pale and elegant, nails clean and fingers slender – clearly not the hands of a laborer.

He caressed the stray cat’s head gently, murmuring, “Naughty ones get punished…”

With a chilling snap, he twisted the cat’s neck, killing it instantly before it could even cry out.

After performing such a brutal act, he tenderly stroked the cat, dug a small grave, and carefully buried it, whispering, “Sleep now, sleep

now…”

That night, Jindale City was hit by a torrential downpour, as if foreshadowing some looming disaster.

Elijah had been discharged and was back at Sunshine Community.

Tarquin stood before his study window, sleepless through the stormy night.

broke, the rain persisted, and so did he, hoping to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure below.

Elijah had woken, and Elysia was nowhere

an assortment of dishes, some brought over by Heath from the mansion, some

himself.

table,

today. Please, help

silent, then turned and retreated to his room, locking

to his taste. He chose not to eat.

looked worried, “Elijah seems to have grown accustomed to Ms. Thorne’s cooking. If it’s not by her hand, he refuses to eat.

his brows furrowed. He was worried about his son but also angry with Elysia for possibly abandoning

had no right to be angry. Elysia’s help had always been

he sighed, losing

he lit a cigarette in his study, Lowell called with

with Ms.

creased as he asked, “What

attacked last night. Fingerprints of Ms. Thorne’s eldest son were found on her, and she’s accusing Ms. Thorne of attempted murder, claiming it

murder was a serious accusation.