Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

The tables had turned, and Clayton was visibly distressed, while Bobby was on cloud nine. After having a chat with Bobby, Mr. Murphy strode over to us.

He greeted Tarquin politely, a clear sign that Bobby had filled him in about Tarquin earlier.

But when his gaze shifted to Clayton, his demeanor changed drastically!

Frowning and with a stern face, he said coldly, "Mr. Hawkins, if Larry is a suspect, it's up to the police to handle it. You found an issue and didn't report it immediately, instead, you took matters into your own hands by detaining him. That's illegal! Be prepared, the police will be calling you in for a statement soon."

Clayton clenched his fists, his brows furrowed, feeling the harshness of the world.

The man hadn't even left, and the warmth of hospitality was already gone!

Gone were the days when he would greet me with respect, calling me "Uncle Hawkins"...

Elysia couldn't bear it anymore and retorted, "The incident just happened, Mr. Hawkins didn't even have the chance to report it before the Murphy family barged in! And isn't it illegal for the Murphy family to storm into a house with a group of thugs? When will you be taking their statements?!" Mr. Murphy's face darkened, "And you are?"

in,

assured, the police will act according

Clayton with a less

reluctant to hand Larry over to him-for that would be like delivering

backing, stirring the

him,

at him with disdain, his eyes challenging: A down-and-out dog could never win against a lion. Larry is coming with me today,

tightly together, his fists clenched,

called out,

to see a group approaching, led by a young man in a military uniform,

waved back, "My

the newcomer, “The friend

"Yeah, you know him?"

know quite a few folks at the department, but I've

me introduce

muttered, "I knew they had connections in the department. They were bound