Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1339

The Huber family’s staff didn’t know exactly what had happened, but you didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to see it:

The boss was furious today. And not just your average mad—he was nuclear.

Janelle heard the commotion and rushed over.

“I’ll go check on him. Please, let me in to see him,” she pleaded.

“You’re not going in either!” Richard barked.

Janelle’s voice cracked as she cried, “What, you’re just going to leave him in there to rot?”

“If he wants to rot in there, I won’t even give him the chance! Our family has always been respectable—how did we end up with such a screw-up for a son?”

“If he refuses to marry Beatrix, then call the cops! Let them come and haul him off!”

Janelle nearly collapsed at those words, only staying upright because Elysia and Winona grabbed her arms just in time.

Janelle sobbed, “You can’t do that! He’s your flesh and blood! If the police take him, he’s finished. His whole life—ruined!”

Richard’s face was a stormy mix of red and pale.

“He did something this monstrous—I ought to disown him!”

“You… that’s not right. Even Winnie says it’s not right. Richard, we have to get the facts straight! Really look into this!”

“Winnie?” Richard shot her a look she hadn’t expected. Winona froze for a second, then stammered, “Mr. Huber…”

Tarquin quickly introduced her, “She’s Elysia’s best friend. Also a friend of Keaton’s. She was here when Jess called, so she came along.”

Richard studied her, his anger softening just a little as he remembered. “I know you. Nearly got yourself killed by that jerk. Poor girl.”

Winona gave an awkward smile. “Bad luck with men, I guess.”

Richard sighed heavily. “It’s the Livingstons who didn’t appreciate you. Surviving that, you’re bound for better things. Life has a way of evening out. You’ll be happy, just you wait.”

“Thank you, sir. And Keaton—he’s not like Zane. He’s not a jerk. He’d never… you know, force himself on someone.”

With that, he hurried off to catch up with Elysia, heading for the main house.

Seeing Elysia and Winona’s anxious faces, he said, “If she really wanted to kill herself, she’d be dead already. We wouldn’t have time to get there. Don’t panic.”

That actually made sense.

Elysia felt a little better, but still pressed, “How’s Keaton doing?”

“He’s not going to die. But he won’t be getting out of bed for a month.”

Elysia’s eyes widened. “They beat him that badly?!”

“Mr. Huber was really, really pissed.”

“But when I saw the video, Keaton didn’t seem like himself. Didn’t Mr. Huber notice?”

Tarquin’s expression darkened. “Wait—you watched the video?!”