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?”

the bowl of fruit and daintily gives herself a scoop before returning it to the center of the

to say something else but he’s interrupted

is going on,” Willard hisses, coming close to Walsh and not looking to see who else is in the room. “The Beta encampment

his head towards the rest

the family, doing a double-take when he realizes that it’s Evelyn sitting there, and not

he says, his demeanor changing to one of

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

raises an eyebrow at her

If you’d kept your word, I’d have been stuck in a terribly abusive situation.

her a cursory little bow.

nod and

his attention back to Walsh. “We need to

both men pass. As soon as the

says. “Can I

been left

towards the door. Evelyn’s mother opens her mouth

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

swing shut again after Ian’s little form passes through it. “Does he seem

Evelyn murmurs, still absently reading the paper. Her mother hesitates a moment and then picks up the Arts

scents to determine where he had gone. Adults walk too fast, he thinks, frustrated as he tries to find a balance between looking casual

far. His grandfather’s office is at the end of the hall and, in their

sitting down in the hallway outside, daddy wouldn’t have forgotten to close the door. Then, he takes a set of jacks out of his pocket and settles in to listen, bouncing the ball

the hands of someone so young,”

replies, his tone harsh. “He needs the experience and he has the training

bang in the room – maybe someone hitting a wall, or a desk? “Don’t you see what his happening? Your daughter disappears, replaced by