Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 611

Chapter 611

Older people always cherished the idea of raising children to be plump and healthy.

Vance rubbed his cheek against Josette’s palm, his eyes glistening brighter with unshed tears. His pale, grayish lips trembled. “Okay.”

“Good,” Josette said solemnly. “Listen to the doctors, Anna, and me.”

Vance nodded.

Only then did Josette and Rebecca leave the room. Rebecca wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but both Josette and Anna seemed different now.

Josette’s eyes held a quiet, steely determination, and when they had passed each other in the doorway, Anna had traces of tears on her face.

Rebecca looked back and only saw Anna’s back. The girl stood by Vance’s bed, blocking him from view.

“Grandma,” Rebecca started, “did you say something to Anna?”

Josette nodded. “Yeah.”

“What did you say?” Rebecca pressed, anxiety creeping into her voice. “Was it about Vance’s injury? Is it serious?”

Otherwise, why would Anna be crying?

“It’s not too bad,” Josette replied. “He’s already out of the ICU, which means improvement. The doctor said he’ll keep getting better.”

That aligned with what the doctor had told them earlier in his office.

“Are you really going to cook for him?” Rebecca asked.

“He got hurt while saving us, after all,” Josette sighed. “Gabriel will cover all the medical bills and has hired a caregiver. But the grudges between Vance and us run too deep.

“At this point, I just want to let it all go. This is my personal decision. You don’t have to get involved. Just follow your heart. In fact, I don’t want you to get too close to him. He already has Anna now.” 1

Rebecca murmured in agreement, but an uneasy feeling settled deep in her chest.

It was New Year’s Eve, so the family was busy preparing the holiday feast.

Josette had done most of the prep work early that morning, such as processing vegetables and simmering soup.

When they arrived home, Kaitlyn was directing the chef in the kitchen, while Gabriel held a tablet, studying recipes and offering suggestions.

Kaitlyn’s intuitive, experience-based cooking style clashed with his precise, lab-like attention to measurements and steps.

The poor chef stood between them, looking helpless.

Josette watched their argument and chuckled. “What’s this? A cooking seminar?”

“We were just worried you wouldn’t make it back in time to supervise dinner, so we got started first,” Kaitlyn

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explained.

“You two think you’re so clever,” Josette teased. “One’s a designer, and the other’s a PhD. What, you need a committee meeting to make dinner?”

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