Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1236

Benjamin leaned in closer to Elysia, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

"She's Mr. Stevenson's granddaughter, you know. My guess? She’s just here to cash in on the glory."

"If we somehow beat this virus, she gets to take the credit. If we don’t, well, she won’t take the fall—there are enough old-timers running interference out front."

Elysia frowned. "Who’s Mr. Stevenson?"

"Former president of the Medical & Pharmaceutical Association. The big leagues."

Elysia: "…"

No wonder Sabrina strutted around like she owned the place. She was born with connections.

The granddaughter of the former president? That’s basically medical royalty.

The Medical & Pharmaceutical Association was the most prestigious organization in the field. If you could name a famous doctor in the country, odds were they were a member. The Association was a big deal—huge reputation, massive network. The president’s seat was the golden ticket: whoever landed it was practically untouchable.

After all, sickness and health are the great equalizers. Doesn’t matter who you are, how rich or powerful—you can’t guarantee you’ll never need a doctor.

So everyone respected the Association. No one wanted to cross them—least of all the president.

And Sabrina, as the president’s granddaughter, had an even higher standing than your average senator’s kid.

"What are you guys whispering about?"

Tarquin suddenly appeared, wedging himself between them and shoving Benjamin aside a little too forcefully. Benjamin nearly lost his balance.

Before Benjamin could protest, Tarquin shot him a look that said, loud and clear: "Stay away from my wife!"

Tarquin then scooted even closer to Elysia, wrapping a possessive arm around her.

Benjamin: … Seriously? Is this guy jealous of everyone?

The little girl looked up at her, voice trembling. "Will Daddy get better?"

Elysia hesitated. Dr. Lambert wasn’t doing well. The virus was mutating faster than anyone could keep up—just as Benjamin had said. There was no magic cure.

She wanted to promise the world, but she couldn’t.

After a moment, she knelt down to the girl’s level. "I don’t know if your daddy will get better, but I do know he’d want you to be happy. The happier you are, the happier he’ll be. And feeling good can help him heal."

The girl nodded seriously. "Okay, I’ll be extra happy when I see Daddy."

Elysia smiled, gentle and warm. "That’s my girl. Go on, now."

The mother thanked Elysia again before ushering her daughter away.

They’d barely turned the corner when Sabrina’s shrill voice erupted from up the hall.