How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 243

But how was she supposed to turn down someone she actually liked?

Rebekah nodded, stepped out of the hospital, and went to contact Blanche.

Once Rebekah had left, Eddy turned to his bodyguard. “Have Dr. Smith come by to give my wife a check-up.”

“What if Mrs. Grant refuses to cooperate, sir?”

Eddy shot him a look. “Do you really need me to spell it out for you?”

The trending news vanished within minutes, but everyone who ought to know already knew.

Gaylord returned home from his retirees’ social gathering and wandered into their garden.

He settled down in the living room.

After an evening of relentless teasing, Gaylord looked thoroughly disgruntled.

“You should go get some rest,” Ablett said quietly to Blanche.

He could handle his father’s temper alone.

“How many times do you think you can shield her?” Gaylord snapped, his irritation growing.

Blanche paused at the doorway, only for Ablett to pull her behind him protectively.

“In the city, the rumor mill’s churning about me finding you a wife. The daughters of every good family are practically lining up at the door,” Gaylord complained. “And now you want to marry a divorcée? Have you considered what that makes them look like?”

“All the grief I had to swallow at that party tonight—that’s just a taste of her future,” Gaylord grumbled.

“Laney’s busy with work. She never cared for those social gatherings anyway,” Ablett replied evenly.

Mentioning Blanche’s clerical job only stoked Gaylord’s annoyance. “Couldn’t you have arranged something a little more respectable for her?”

“If you won’t do it, I will.”

Ablett reined in his usual sharpness in front of his father. “You mean you want to find your daughter-in-law a more dignified job?”

Ablett squeezed Blanche’s hand. “Yes. She’s mine now, so of course I’ll take responsibility.”

Blanche’s cheeks flushed hot—not from shyness, but from guilt.

Gaylord slapped his knee in satisfaction and looked like he wanted to keep questioning. “Marrying Ablett isn’t going to be easy, you know. Your aunt is proof. She’s worked herself to the bone for me, day and night. Are you really willing to take that on?”

“Just tonight, I was ridiculed at that party because of him. I held my tongue for the sake of his reputation, swallowed my pride, and came home full of resentment. The higher you climb, the more careful you have to be. Being the wife of a wealthy man is no walk in the park.”

Blanche’s voice was calm. “I’m willing.”

Though he knew she didn’t mean it wholeheartedly, Ablett’s eyes sparkled with contentment.

“The wedding arrangements will begin,” Gaylord said, finally relenting.

His wife always said infertility was common now, so someone with a child already would find it easier the next time—there was some sense in that.

Gaylord had barely left when Blanche’s phone rang. She ended the call and turned to Ablett. “I’ll drive to pick up Rebekah and take her home. I’ll also stop by to see Mr. Jordan.”