Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1650

Richard and Janelle shot back, “Who told you Keaton was proposing today?”

Sophus and Sophie were floored. “...?!”

They had only heard there was going to be a proposal; no one had explicitly mentioned Keaton. But since Beatrix’s romantic entanglement was with Keaton, they had naturally assumed he was the one proposing. That’s why they were so overjoyed, even starting a livestream to announce it to the world.

“But Beatrix and Keaton…”

Richard cut them off. “They’re ancient history. Didn’t you just see that young man proposing to Beatrix?”

Sophie was frantic. “No, but our son-in-law is a Huber!”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Janelle retorted. “That man over there is your son-in-law!”

Sophus and Sophie looked at Tate Joubert, gasping for air. “No! No! This is wrong! This… this is all wrong!”

Sophus started to move forward to interrupt Tate, but Richard grabbed his arm, his face darkening as he applied pressure. “There’s nothing wrong with it. Don’t you dare ruin this. The kids put a lot of effort into setting this up.” He wasn’t about to let him spoil Winona’s elaborate plan.

Janelle added coldly, “Your daughter hasn’t said anything yet, so why are you so worked up? It’s not like he’s proposing to you!”

Sophus and Sophie were furious, but they didn’t dare lash out at Richard and Janelle. They could only force a strained, placating tone. “But… Mr. and Mrs. Huber, Beatrix is your daughter-in-law! She’s carrying a Huber baby in her belly! You can’t just…”

Janelle’s brow furrowed, and she cut Sophie off. “Mrs. Sutton, you can’t just say things like that! I don’t know whose baby Beatrix is carrying, but I know for a fact that it is not a Huber!”

Sophie’s eyes widened. “But Beatrix said it was Mr. Huber’s! You can’t disown your own grandchild!”

Amid the chants of “Say yes!”, Beatrix’s eyes found Winona, who was standing behind the group of students. She was leaning against the doorframe, her beautiful eyes narrowed as she watched the scene, cheering along with everyone else.

Beatrix’s fists clenched, and she gritted her teeth. It was her! It had to be her!

At City Hall, she had seen Winona, and before she could even speak, she had lost consciousness. Winona must have knocked her out and brought her here.

The nerve of her! How dare she lay a hand on a pregnant woman! Was she not afraid of being sued, of being exposed?!

Beatrix glared daggers at Winona, who met her gaze with a look full of defiance.

Enraged, Beatrix pointed a finger at Winona and screamed, “Call the police! Somebody help me, call the police! She assaulted me! She kidnapped me!”