Sweet Wife in Hidden Marriage novel Chapter 37

For a moment, silence hung over the dinner table. The family peeked at Ruben and Archibald next to him, yet both of them looked calm.

Supposedly, it was impossible for Ruben to know nothing of the gossip about Archibald, but why was he still so calm?

When the people were still wondering, Ruben blurted, "You’re almost 30 now, and finally, there’s some gossip about you. I thought you were gay."

Ruben’s words startled each one at the table. Did the master of the house just say that?

Even Archibald couldn’t resist coughing. What’s more, Ruben looked sideways at Archibald, and asked seriously in a sonorous voice, "It’s said that you took her to take a pregnancy test. Is she pregnant?"

Bang, clank. The noises of chopsticks and spoons falling into the bowls came.

'Grandpa Ruben, could you stop stunning us with your words?'

May closed her gaping mouth, picked up the chopsticks again that she had been too surprised to hold, and stared at Ruben admiringly. "Grandpa, you’re really something. Your ideas keep pace with the times. It’s not easy for Archibald to be in a relationship since he’s no longer young, and it’d be best if he really had a child. In that case, I will have not only a sister-in-law, but also a nephew. It’s great to buy one and get one free."

However, Beatrice didn’t think so. When she had seen the news, she had thought it was made-up. If there really was some woman pregnant with her son’s baby, it would be a top priority for her, and something serious for the Hawkins' family too.

After all, Archibald was the lineal grandson, so his child would be the first one of Ruben’s eldest son’s family. If it were a boy, he would take over the Hawkins' family business in the future, and the mother of the child must be someone the Hawkins' family was satisfied with. Therefore, what Beatrice was more worried about was whether her son was really the baby’s father or not!

"Archibald, is that true? What kind of family is that woman from? Such thing can’t be handled casually," Beatrice asked, frowning.

"I know that. It’s a hostess called Lillian Spencer," May offered the answer.

Katie was totally afraid of this daughter of hers. She picked up a meatball and stuffed it into May’s mouth. "It’s none of your business. Shut up."

Archibald stared at his anxious mother and comforted, "Mom, just brush those news off."

"Lillian Spencer?" Ruben frowned slightly as if he was trying to recall something. Before long, he went on, "This name sounds familiar."

Beatrice’s frown deepened. A hostess of the media world? This was not some decent identity, at least not good enough for her son.

Archibald cared nothing for his family’s reaction. When he saw Ruben’s confused look, Archibald snickered, tilted his head slightly and whispered into his grandfather’s ear, "Grandpa, you met her in the hospital last time."

Ruben’s eyes gleamed. He suddenly realized, "So it’s her?" That virgin girl?

The rest of the people didn’t hear what Archibald said, and their eyes darted between the grandfather and grandson. Were they keeping a secret from them?

During the whole dinner, the most quiet people were uncle Edwin’s family. Both Serena and Benedict had been listening to them, while Benedict picked up Serena’s favorite food into her bowl considerately from time to time.

However, when Lillian’s name was brought up at the dinner table, something mysterious glinted in Benedict’s eyes.

Lillian’s case came to trial on Monday, and Stephen had already got her a lawyer. She didn’t want to do it, but the radio station wouldn’t let her off and forced her to make a choice, not to mention an out-of-court settlement.