Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1665

"At least we didn't go around looking at maternity wards!"

"And we certainly didn't broadcast to everyone that we were expecting a grandchild!"

"But the main point is, our sons haven't declared themselves lifelong bachelors!"

"Mrs. Huber, don't blame us for laughing. In this lifetime, you are never going to hold a grandchild!"

"How dare you say I'll never have a grandchild?" Janelle seethed.

"It’s just a fact," one of them retorted. "If the Huber family ever has a grandchild, I'll come crawling to your door to congratulate you!"

"That's right! We'll all come crawling!"

Janelle was furious. She slammed her hand on the table. "You…"

Speechless with rage, she shot them a final glare, turned on her heel, and stormed out, leaving her expensive order of broths and delicacies behind.

A staff member hurried after her. "Mrs. Huber, please wait. We are so sorry you had an unpleasant experience in our establishment."

"We will have your order delivered to your home later. Please accept this small dessert as a token of our owner's apology."

Janelle didn't refuse. She accepted the small box with a curt thank you, got in her car, and left.

Upstairs, a young man stood by the window, one hand in his pocket, his eyes narrowed as he watched Janelle’s car drive away.

Only when it was out of sight did he look away. He pulled out his phone, found a photo of Winona, and a cold smile touched his lips.

"Winona. I'm back. Long time no see."

...

In the hospital, Keaton was lying alone in bed, lost in thought.

His brow was creased, a heavy weight on his mind.

When he saw Janelle walk in, he quickly smoothed his expression. "Mom."

Janelle walked to his bedside. Noticing Winona was absent, she asked, "Where's Winona?"

"She left late last night, so she's probably still sleeping in. I didn't want to disturb her, so I haven't called."

Janelle checked the time. It was indeed likely that Winona was still asleep.

She turned her attention back to Keaton. "How are you feeling today? Still nauseous?"

"Much better," Keaton said.

Janelle remarked, "It seems your nausea was all in your head. The moment it was confirmed that Beatrix's baby isn't yours, you stopped feeling sick. If that child had been yours, you'd probably still be throwing up."

Keaton remained silent.

He actually attributed his recovery to Elysia’s custom tonic. He had woken up feeling queasy, but after finishing the medicinal brew, he'd felt much better.

"Elysia must be up by now. I'll call her and ask if Winona is coming today," Janelle said, pulling out her phone to call Elysia.

As she did, Keaton discreetly sent a text to his driver waiting downstairs.

[My mom looks like she's been crying. What happened?]"