A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 375

"A grandparent's love is truly a powerful thing," Declan murmured, patting Albert on the shoulder—the same shoulder that had just borne the weight of the fallen tree branch. He felt immense sympathy for this seemingly simple, rustic old man.

Declan took charge, arranging for everyone to sit down and eat the soup.

Celeste had nothing to say in protest. She recognized the logo on the container; it was from a farm-to-table shop Winifred frequented. Back when they lived with the Adams family, Winifred had regularly bought organic food from that exact store for everyone. If eating the soup meant these despicable people would finally leave, she could stomach it.

Seth and Annelise were also familiar with the shop. They often went there with their mother to pick up orders, and the owner always slipped them seasonal fruits—sometimes a tangerine, sometimes a handful of cherry tomatoes. Because of this familiarity, they raised no objections to the chicken.

Everyone took a seat. Eleanor and Albert eagerly helped ladle the broth and pull the meat from the bone.

It wasn't until 12:30 PM that Winifred finally saw the missed call from Celeste. She dialed back, but a mechanical voice answered: 'The number you have dialed is powered off.'

She didn't think much of it. Celeste used an archaic phone and frequently forgot to charge it. She assumed they were just having lunch and missed the ring.

But when the driver arrived to drop off her and Quinn's lunch, Winifred casually asked how things were at home.

"When I went to pick up the food from Mr. Sutton's place, I didn't see the babies playing in the garden," the driver noted.

Usually, the kids would be out playing before lunch. Their routine was to feed the pets first. Winifred always loved watching rosy-cheeked Annelise toss green leaves to the fluffy yellow ducklings.

A knot of unease formed in her stomach. She tried calling Declan, but surprisingly, he didn't answer either.

Quinn quickly put down her chopsticks and dialed the housekeeper, holding a piece of shrimp in her mouth as she waited.

The housekeeper laughed softly over the line. "Mr. Sutton is sleeping like a log today. He's catching up on his rest." Since Declan suffered from chronic insomnia, finally getting some sleep was a rare miracle, so no one dared wake him.

"What about Celeste and the babies?" Quinn asked. "Have they eaten?"

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