Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1112

Claire stared blankly at him, absorbing every word of what now seemed like nothing but ghost stories. And then, overwhelmed by a rush of hurt and disbelief, she burst into tears.

Cecil wrapped his arms around her, his voice soft with comforting words, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of disdain.

"It's alright to cry, love. It's my fault. I've put you through so much over the years. Every time I've hurt you, I swear it pained me too, as if the blows were landing on my own heart."

Nestled in his embrace, Claire let her tears flow freely.

After allowing her a moment to cry, Cecil gently probed, "Claire, do you want to get our daughter better?"

Eagerly, she nodded, "Yes, absolutely!"

"Then you'll have to do exactly as I say."

"Of course, anything!"

He whispered a plan into her ear, and with a determined nod, Claire wiped away her tears and headed back to the hospital.

...

Meanwhile, Elysia and Tarquin had just returned to their hotel suite to the mouthwatering aroma of dinner being prepared. Emmett was in the kitchen, orchestrating the evening meal with the help of Baby and Pamela Patel.

The trio radiated happiness, with Emmett taking charge like a little adult, doling out compliments and instructions with the ease of a seasoned chef.

"Grandma, your knife skills are amazing! Look at how perfectly you've diced the vegetables!"

"And Baby, you've washed the tomatoes so thoroughly, well done! You're amazing too!"

"Mummy loves scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Let's make that for her tonight."

"Daddy's favorite is beef stew. Grandma, could you help chop the beef into small cubes? Be careful not to cut yourself."

Standing at the doorway, Elysia was moved to tears by this simple, domestic scene.

How could she ever think of taking Emmett back to that twisted environment? She'd rather face death herself.

Tarquin, sensing her turmoil, wrapped his arm around her shoulders in silent support.