She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 163

The Judson estate in Havenworth City.

It was bustling with activity.

Early in the morning, Morton had Annie brought over.

As for Harrell and Hilda.

The old man was full of pride, claiming it was just "on the way" and that it didn't matter if the couple came or not.

With the tension thawing, Harrell naturally brought Hilda over.

Catherine used to be quite dissatisfied.

But now that the dust had settled, and seeing Harrell living so peacefully after getting his marriage license, she felt somewhat comforted. Add to that Morton's attitude toward Hilda—cold on the surface but clearly valuing her deep down, otherwise he wouldn't be so affectionate with her child.

Even though it was Luther's kid.

Technically, they were still family.

Once Catherine found her balance, she became much warmer toward Hilda. Annie was affectionate and stuck close to her, her little feet pattering around her constantly. She was so pretty and cute it melted anyone's heart.

The family was chatting happily.

Hilda sat on the sofa.

Harrell was peeling a fresh orange for her.

The sound of a car engine echoed from the courtyard outside.

Hasty footsteps followed. It was the Judson family's butler, looking conflicted as he announced, "Sir, Mr. Sanford is here."

Everyone in the hall froze.

Luther?

Before Morton could say a word.

Catherine spoke up first. "Why would Luther come over out of the blue? Don't tell me he brought Jolie to pay respects to the old man. Aren't they getting married? That's wonderful. A double celebration for the whole family now. If Hilda wasn't so heavily pregnant, we could have even hosted the weddings together."

She truly spoke like the matriarch of the Judson family.

Her words were beautiful but sharp.

She was stepping up to fiercely back her son and daughter-in-law.

Directly pointing out that Luther had been involved with Jolie first.

Whereas Harrell and Hilda were a perfectly legitimate union.

Not violating any moral boundaries whatsoever.

Morton saw right through it and glared at her, silently warning her to stop adding fuel to the fire.

It was a difficult situation for the old man.

One was his grandson, the other his grand-nephew. Both were his flesh and blood.

But he respected the marriage certificate.

Harrell was now the rightful husband.

In the midst of the exchange, Luther walked in. He stood in the foyer, looking at the room full of people. He saw his former wife sitting intimately beside his cousin, the two of them wearing matching wedding bands that glinted piercingly under the lights.

A coppery taste surged in Luther's throat. Almost numb to everything else, he instinctively asked Hilda—

"You married him? Is it because of the custody rights?"

"If you don't want to give them up, I can drop it. Why would you marry him?"

The grand hall went dead silent.

Because no one knew what to say.

Harrell wanted to speak, but Hilda gently squeezed his hand. Without avoiding Luther's gaze, she spoke softly. "It's not just about custody. It's because I love him. Harrell gives me respect and security. He showed me that in love and marriage, it doesn't have to be a one-woman show. Living with him, I am truly happy."

Catherine covered her mouth.

Who could truly understand the weight on her heart?

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