Son In Law Madness novel

Chapter 880 Professional Team

Meanwhile, Donald remained blissfully unaware of what the Wilkins family had in store for him.

Upon returning to the mansion, he made a beeline for Jennifer, only to find her watching a horror movie with Geraldine and Hannah.

Annoyed, he grabbed the remote control and changed it to a cartoon channel.

Geraldine, who had a bag of potato chips in her hand, stared at the man in utter bewilderment.

“What's the meaning of this, Donald? We were enjoying the movie just fine. Why did you change it to a cartoon?”

“Don't you guys know the importance of prenatal development?” Donald replied solemnly. “From today onward, movies and television shows that contain gore and violence are strictly forbidden. That includes the horror, action, and sci-fi genres. Darling, you're only allowed to watch cartoons and comedies. If you like, you can also watch musicals to cultivate a love for music.”

For a moment, Jennifer didn't know whether to laugh or cry at her husband's demands. “I'm only three months pregnant, Darling. How would my choice of shows affect the baby?”

“That's where you're wrong. Let's take horror movies as an example. When we consume horror, the fear we experience triggers the release of adrenaline. Excess adrenaline, however, can be toxic and even fatal. Given your timidness, don't you think you'd be more prone to adrenaline rushes? Wouldn't that be detrimental to the baby?”

even a medical professor like Hannah couldn't help but

confiscated the snacks from her and

Why are you throwing away our

and are always sitting near her. Aren't you guys just tempting her? What if she secretly eats the snacks because the temptation's too much to handle? Do you want to

instantly raised their hands in defeat, knowing there was no chance they'd win Donald in

next second, Donald whipped out a thick cookbook from nowhere and handed it to Jennifer. “Darling, this is a compilation of healthy recipes I've requested just for you. Pick any of these meals when you're hungry, and I'll

thought you'd be preparing

I'm not a professional, so the food I make might not

get someone to make the meals. Where's

then, a knock at the door caught everyone's

only to be

as more than fifty people filed out of the vehicles, a well-dressed middle-aged

you must be Ms. Hannah Nixon!” she said smilingly. “I'm Lydia Taylor, the housekeeper