Chapter 237

“Mr. Remington is finally back on the market, isn’t it, Mrs. Dashiell? My folks have a daughter who’s about to graduate from an hy League school and retum home. Maybe she could join you for a cup of coffee.”

“Let’s not rush into anything”

Hanna’s voice chimed in casually, while Remington’s face was as unreadable as still water. He strode towards the drawing room.

“How can we not be in a hurry? Mr. Remington is pushing thirty, and your former daughter–in–law hasn’t given you any grandkids in two years. Ouchr

In the parlor, three ladies were arranging flowers with Hanna. Mrs Frost was the one speaking.

She hadn’t finished her sentence when she inadvertently looked up and saw Remington at the door.

The man wore a black mask, his expression hidden, which only made him look more stem and intimidating.

Mrs. Frost got such a scare, she pricked her finger on a rose thom, drawing blood.

She tumed pale and gave an awkward smile.

“Mr. Remington.”

Hanna turned her head, equally surprised to see Remington. She quickly put down the hydrangea she was holding, stood up, and greeted him with a smile.

“Remington, what brings you back? Mom was just chatting with friends about your marriage. They’re all very concerned about you.”

cut off mid–sentence by

gaze was sharp as ice, not moving from Mrs. Frost, as he

family breeds their offspring by laying eggs? Mrs. Frost, no wonder you and your husband have a brood of eighteen. I just wonder how

philandering ways, fathering illegitimate children left and right, yet

words hit Mrs. Frost like a dagger to the lung. Her face alternated between shades of red

en? What el

opened her mouth but couldn’t utter a word against Remington’s icy

thirteen bastards, and now eighteen? else was he

Mrs. Frost grabbed her purse and stormed out, humiliated and annoyed. She had to get to the bottom

gaze then swept over the other two

might not be up to snuff, but she sure beats raising someone else’s grandkid unknowingly,

not to be her son’s child at all. This scandal was supposed to be tightly

did Remington

sour, but before she could say anything, Remington’s gaze had already moved on to Tracy

quickly mustering a nervous chuckle, and said apologetically, “Mr. Remington, I misspoke, I’m so leave

bag and scurried out with her

Hilary quickly followed suit.

was left with only Hanna, her face a mask of rigid

clutched her chest, her vision

back just to drive

her wonder how she would face the

cold as he looked at the deeply embarrassed

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