Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1179

"Your dad can't save you," Mia teased, holding her son's tiny hand firmly. "Stay still, or I might accidentally nip your fingers."

Henry bawled, his eyes glued to his hands. Mia kept up the lighthearted chatter, "Back when you were still in my belly, your dad was the one who clipped my nails and helped me with my socks. So, who do you think he loves more, you or me?"

Henry wasn't in the mood for chit-chat. His teary eyes stayed fixed on his nails, each clip feeling like it was cutting into his very soul.

Once the nail-trimming ordeal was over, Henry acted as if he'd lost his nerve entirely, refusing even to hold his bottle. He just cried for his dad to come and hold him.

But that night, Andre didn't make it home, and neither did Bruce.

Hansen decided to catch up with a few old colleagues, all of whom were around his age. As soon as he walked in, he cut straight to the chase, "So, I hear some folks think the Cedillo family is trying to mess with fate because I picked a prime spot to build my house back in the day. Now folks are calling it

sidestep the issue, "Come on, Hansen, it's complicated, and they're still looking into it. If there's

a burial plot. Where's it at, anyway? Tell me, maybe I'll grab a plot nearby. Who knows, in a few years, we might all be neighbors again,

The room went silent.

pressed on, "What, cat got

picking a spot. We're all getting up there in years, and let's face it, any day could be our last. If I pick a plot,

on, Hansen, isn't that a bit

"Is it,

old folks know to pick a prime resting place to bless their descendants. Why can't the living do the same? All this talk of 'dragon veins'

room. Everyone held their breath, afraid to break