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?”

seeing Donald spouting nonsense so confidently, even a medical professor like Hannah couldn't help but give him a thumbs

but he also confiscated the snacks from her and Geraldine before tossing

throwing away our snacks? We aren't

know you aren't pregnant. However, you two hang out with my wife every day 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 bear full

in defeat, knowing there was no chance they'd win Donald in such

this is a compilation of

I thought you'd be preparing them for

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

meals. Where's

a knock at the door

to be taken aback

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

Ms. Hannah Nixon!” she said smilingly. “I'm Lydia Taylor, the housekeeper Mr. Campbell has just hired. May I know