Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 173 – Sneaky Squirrel

John Walsh storms into breakfast the next morning, making everyone at the table freeze.

“What is the meaning of this,” he growls at Evelyn, who stares at him with a piece of toast half in her mouth.

Evelyn removes her toast and clears her throat. “What are you talking about, dad?” she asks.

Ian, seated next to her, stares at his grandfather, his hands still wrapped around his teacup filled with hot cocoa.

“Joyce,” Walsh says, glaring at them as he comes to the head of the table. He doesn’t sit down, but instead places his palms flat on the table, leaning forward to glare at his wife, his daughter, and his grandson, all seated there.

All three blink at him and Evelyn’s mother glances at the door.

“Is he not coming down for breakfast?” she asks.

“Oh shoot,” Evelyn says, her eyes narrowing sarcastically. “And I was so looking forward to seeing him.”

“He has not reported for duty,” Walsh says, glaring around at them. “He didn’t even check in last night, after he went out.”

“Well, what was he doing out?” Ian asks, his eyebrows raised.

Walsh glares at him.

“If he missed his bedtime,” Ian says, all innocence, “then it sounds like it’s his fault.”

Evelyn works hard to keep her face straight, sending Ian a little glance of appreciation. God, she loves her kid.

“I know that you’re behind this, Evelyn,” Walsh says, ignoring Ian and turning his wrath on Evelyn. But Evelyn cut her teeth on that wrath – she knows how to handle it.

“I’m sorry, dad,” she says, reaching calmly for a bowl of cut fruit that a servant set in front of her. “But I really don’t know anything about what you’re talking about. You know that Joyce and I haven’t had any contact for years – why would I know anything now?”

bowl of fruit and daintily gives herself a scoop before returning

else but he’s interrupted when James Willard pushes through the

hisses, coming close to Walsh and not looking to see who else is in the

and then nods his head towards the rest of the room, asking Willard, silently, to

a double-take when

he says, his demeanor changing to one of cool composure. “Evelyn.

you as well. I never got a chance to thank you, by the way – it’s by your grace that I’m here today, back under

an eyebrow at her

much for breaking your word to Victor and secretly keeping my allegiance to my father’s pack. If you’d kept your word, I’d have been stuck in

information. “Of course, Evelyn,” he says, giving her a cursory

gives him a little nod and sips from her

need to talk,” he says, gritting his teeth. “In

As soon as

he says. “Can

her attention to a newspaper that had been left on

the door. Evelyn’s mother opens her mouth to

a smile. “He needs to learn how to entertain himself on his own,

little form passes through it. “Does

the paper. Her mother hesitates a moment and then picks up the Arts pages. The two read together in quiet, the picture of

trying to follow the freshest of his grandfather’s scents to determine where he had gone. Adults walk

he discovers that they haven’t gone far. His grandfather’s office is at the end of the hall and, in their hurry, Walsh and Willard

he takes a set of jacks out of his pocket and settles in to listen,

put this much control into the hands of someone

tone harsh. “He needs the experience and he has the training to do it. Stop doubting

someone hitting a wall, or a desk? “Don’t you see what his