What Happens in Chapter 32: The Rumor Mill – From the Book Chosen By My Mate's Father-in-law
Dive into Chapter 32: The Rumor Mill, a pivotal chapter in Chosen By My Mate's Father-in-law, written by Faye Sterling. This section features emotional turning points, key character decisions, and the kind of storytelling that defines great Romance fiction.
Gareth didn’t reply to Delilah. He turned to his mother and narrowed his eyes at her.
“Why did you invite her?” he demanded, past the point of caring that Delilah was in the room to hear his question. “You said this was a family dinner.”
The implication that Delilah was not family did not go unnoticed. Meredith crossed her arms and furrowed her brow at her son’s rudeness.
Mother and son stared at each other in a silent standoff. Gareth towered over his mother, but Meredith’s glare was just as impressive as her son’s height.
“This is my house, and I’m the one who arranged this dinner. I can invite whomever I damn well please.” Meredith raised her chin. “Now, let’s eat all this food I prepared before it gets cold.” Her tone left no room for arguments. “Delilah, Gareth, there are two free spots across from Elliot and Isabella. Why don’t you sit there?”
Gareth angrily shook his head. Instead of sitting in the chair his mother had suggested, he sat beside Michelle, who was placed at the very corner as an afterthought. Michelle had been given a regular plate with a small chip on the side, while everyone else had Meredith’s fine china in front of them.
But Delilah wasn’t about to give up that easily. After an encouraging look from Meredith, she rushed around the table to steal the seat that Gareth’s Beta was just about to take.
“What is this? Musical chairs?” Gareth muttered.
Delilah let out a high-pitched, obnoxious laugh. “You are so funny.” She wanted to swat his arm playfully, but Gareth shifted away.
Once everyone was seated, there wasn’t much talk as steaming dishes were passed around, and plates were filled up.
“Congratulations on your upcoming nuptials, Isabella,” Meredith said as she accepted a plate of buttered rolls from her granddaughter. “I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am that you chose a good man like Elliot to spend your life with.”
Elliot’s answering smile held the perfect touch of humility. His toothy grin seemed almost too perfect.
“You are following in your father’s footsteps,” Meredith continued as she spooned mashed potatoes onto her plate. “Unlike your Aunt Suzanne who married an abusive alcoholic. If you ask me, my Suzanne died the day she married that terrible man despite my warnings. That’s why I didn’t cry at her funeral. She’s been dead to me ever since!”
“Mother,” Gareth called and pointedly looked at Michelle, who was staring down at her plate. “That’s enough.”
Delilah laid a hand on Gareth’s arm, and he stiffened under her touch.
“Your mother is just worried. And she has a reason to be now that there are rumors going around about a certain Jasmine Lowett causing trouble.” Delilah seemed excited to share a fresh piece of gossip. “Everyone is saying that she slept with Alpha Bryson. I heard she got him removed as Alpha.” She shook her head and clicked her tongue condescendingly.
“Unmarried women are trouble. I’ve always said that.”
Clearly, she didn’t see the irony in her statement.
Gareth’s large hand gripped his water glass so hard it almost shattered.
“You heard wrong, Delilah,” he retorted with venom seeping through his tone.
He wanted to allow Jasmine—and Mindie—to be able to tell their story in their own time, but he needed to put an end to this horrible rumor already going around.
“I was the one who stripped Bryson of his title after I found him on the verge of sexually assaulting Jasmine and her friend,” Gareth explained in a grave voice. “Maybe you shouldn’t speak on things you know nothing about, Delilah.”
There was a beat of silence, and Delilah’s face grew the color of a ripe tomato.
“Oh, no!” Isabella’s hands flew to her mouth and her blue eyes widened in shock. “That’s terrible. I hope that Jasmine’s alright. Is she in the hospital?”
Michelle dropped her knife, and it clattered onto her plate. “Are you serious? You told me she was sick, Dad! I have to go see her!” She began to stand from the table.
Elliot was feeling pretty high and mighty as he strolled down the hallway on the way to Jasmine’s room.
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