Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem



The mysterious man had confided in Tarquin himself that he had a daughter out there somewhere! Gideon Bradford had also confirmed it; the mysterious man indeed had a daughter!

How could it be such a coincidence that this mysterious man had a daughter, and so did Keith?

There was a high chance they were talking about the same person!

And that daughter, she must be Tarquin and Elysia's!Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Tarquin furrowed his brows, took a deep drag of his cigarette, and asked, "... Is there any proof that Keith is the killer?"

"No, ever since you torched his cabin, he's been holed up at home. I've had people watch him around the clock, and there's no sign of him stepping out. But that doesn't rule out the possibility of him being the mastermind. If he is the mysterious man, he's bound to have a few tricks up his sleeve." "... How did Declan stumble upon his secret?"

"That's still unclear. We don't know how Declan found out, but I believe his information is credible."

Tarquin's face darkened, and he resumed his silent brooding over a cigarette.

Axel glanced at him through the rearview mirror, wondering what was on his mind but chose not to press further.

Upon arriving at the funeral home, Tarquin personally went to the morgue to see Declan.

Axel had already taken care of Declan's body, making it look presentable.

Tarquin looked at Declan for a long while, bowed deeply three times, covered him with a white sheet, and walked out.

Standing at the entrance of the funeral home, he lit another cigarette,

"Does Declan's girlfriend and kid know yet?"

"I haven't told them yet."

"Make arrangements. See what they plan to do next. If they want to go abroad, arrange it. If they prefer to stay, let them stay. Give them an initial sum of one million dollars, and then a monthly payment triple Declan's salary. And tell them, if they ever run into trouble, we're here to help. Also, consult them about Declan's funeral arrangements. I'll cover the expenses."

"...Got it. What about Keith? Should we investigate further?”

Tarquin's scowl deepened at the mention of that name, and after a heavy drag of his cigarette, he said, "Hold off for now. Don't spook him. I'll decide our next move."

When Tarquin returned to the hospital, it was already past ten at night.

The kids were all asleep, and Elysia was by Elliot's bedside.

Seeing him return, she quickly got up,

"You're back so late? Have you been busy all this time?"

Tarquin set down the box he was carrying and embraced her, "Just need a hug."

Elysia, sensing his low spirits, asked with concern, "Feeling down?"

He sighed, “A friend passed away. It's a tough loss."

"Oh? How did it happen?"

"...An accidental death."

Elysia frowned, gently patting his back to comfort him,

"Everyone has their time, try to take comfort."

After hugging Elysia for a while, Tarquin didn't want to dampen her spirits and changed the subject,

"I'm fine. What did you guys have for dinner?"

"Soup and a salad. I can whip up some pasta for you; there's some in the fridge."

Tarquin shook his head, lying, "I've already eaten."

He hadn't had the appetite to eat all day.

Elysia sighed softly to herself and gently patted his back, "Then you should get washed up." "Alright."

After hugging her once more and checking on the kids, Tarquin finally went to freshen up.

Elysia turned towards the kitchen.

Tying her apron and washing her hands, she decided to prepare some late-night comfort food for him.

Lowell once said, despite his cool exterior, Tarquin was all about loyalty and deep feelings.

His friend's death had hit him hard; how could he possibly feel like eating?

He definitely skipped dinner, and must be hungry by now.

After all, you can't fight on an empty stomach!

If he won't eat, she'd worry.