My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 376

Melody carefully tested the waters, but he cut her off before she could finish. "I'm slammed today. If there's no actual emergency, I'm staying here."

Without waiting for a response, he ended the call.

Back at the estate, Melody handed the device back to Evie. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I did everything I could, but he's completely brainwashed by that woman..."

Snatching the phone away, Evie scoffed bitterly. "Not for long! Mark my words, I'm going to ruin her and get my brother back!"

...

Upstairs, Seraphina carried Little Bean into the guest bedroom. Tiffany was already awake, and the moment she saw the baby, she lunged forward. "Good morning, my gorgeous godson!"

Mommy, help! Godmother is trying to eat me! the infant panicked telepathically.

Tiffany ruthlessly plucked him from his mother's arms.

Sorry, kid, you're on your own, Seraphina thought back with a wry smile.

Tiffany proceeded to aggressively kiss the baby's chubby cheeks until he squeaked in protest.

Catching her breath, she looked up. "So, did the husband ever show his face?"

"Yeah," Seraphina replied, crossing her arms. "Rolled in around 3:00 AM."

"And? Notice anything... suspicious?" Tiffany whispered, leaning in conspiratorially.

She took her son back, her mind flashing to the oversized men's t-shirt she had found balled up in the bathroom hamper that morning.

It certainly didn't belong to her, and it was a cheap brand Lucian would never be caught dead wearing.

But she had seen something identical before—prominently featured in one of Melody Monroe's old vacation posts.

As for the selfie Melody posted last night, it had miraculously vanished by daybreak.

Unfortunately for her, Seraphina had snap-shotted the screen the second she saw it.

"No," she lied smoothly.

Tiffany's brows knit together. She leaned aggressively close, taking a dramatic sniff of the air around her friend.

Something was wildly off.

"You're hiding something. Spill it."

"I'm not hiding anything."

"I'm serious." Tiffany sat back, looking deeply concerned. "We've been through hell together. If you're in trouble, you have to tell me."

But realizing Tiffany was holed up in there with her, he decided it wasn't the right time for a confrontation.

Instead, he stalked over to his study.

Locking the door behind him, he pulled out his phone and dialed Christian Chase. "I need a full report on exactly what happened to my wife on Highway 325 last night."

Christian sounded startled but quickly snapped to attention. "On it, Boss. Give me five minutes."

It didn't take long for the intel to roll in. Christian reported that two street thugs had attempted to mug her.

However, she had managed to severely beat them both before they could do serious damage.

The local precinct had officers combing the area, but the suspects had slipped the net so far.

Lucian's eyes darkened into black pits of rage, his grip on the phone tight enough to shatter the glass screen.

Some low-life scumbags dared to pull a knife on his wife?

"Find them."

He ground out the words with absolute, lethal precision.