Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1302

Tracey’s face twisted in anger as she spoke, her voice trembling with outrage.

“They want me gone. I’m just an obstacle to them and their bioweapons. If I’m out of the way, nothing stands between them and wiping out my people—my home!”

She slammed her fist on the counter, her eyes blazing. “Let them keep dreaming! As long as I’m breathing, I won’t let them succeed!”

“Just because I’ve gone off the grid doesn’t mean I’m powerless!”

“As long as I’m alive, as long as I can fight, they’ll never use those horrors to hurt my people or destroy my country!”

Her hands shook as her fury grew, and she started coughing from the emotion.

Tarquin snapped out of his shock and rushed to refill her mug with steaming tea.

“Grandma, please. Take it easy.”

Tracey took several deep breaths, but the anger didn’t leave her eyes. The memories of what those people had done to her—how they’d tried to ruin her—still burned hot inside her.

“I’m a doctor, Tarquin. People call me the heir to Hippocrates. I love my country, and I love my people!”

“If I had my way, I’d spend every day in the hospital or the lab, trying to make a difference for everyone.”

“But those bastards wouldn’t allow it! They thought I was too good at what I do, that I got in their way, so they tried to get rid of me. Cowards! Snakes! Absolute scum!”

Right now, Tracey looked just like the die-hard fans you see at a football match—finding out their favorite team got cheated out of a win. She was fired up, filled with righteous fury.

Tarquin’s brow furrowed as he listened, his face darkening.

He’d always known there were other countries who looked at theirs with envy, but he hadn’t realized just how far they’d go—how ruthless they could be.

It was more twisted, more evil than he’d imagined.

When Tracey finally calmed down a little, Tarquin asked quietly, “Was it really that bad? You and Grandpa, faking your deaths and going into hiding—was it all forced on you?”

Tracey neither nodded nor shook her head.

“There’s always pressure. But there’s also duty.”

“I cracked the first seven, didn’t I? I’ve got a lead on the eighth. But I haven’t seen the real thing yet, so I can’t finish my research.”

“Tarquin, I think your parents are mixed up in this eighth-generation business.”

“Think, son. Try to find whatever they’ve got! If we can figure out how to defeat it, those creeps won’t have anything left to threaten us with!”

“Let them break their backs trying to invent something new. The moment they think they’ve got us cornered, we’ll slam the antidote down on the table and wipe the smug grins off their faces. Can you imagine how satisfying that’ll be?”

Tarquin grinned fiercely, “I’ll do everything I can to find it!”

The two of them stayed in the lab, deep in conversation, until Elysia Thorne finished making lunch.

Soon, Baby’s voice echoed through the hallway.

“Dad? Great-Grandma? Where are you?”

The moment Tracey heard Baby’s voice, she snapped back to herself, the storm in her eyes clearing for a moment.