Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1119

Cecil was indeed Emmett's biological father, but that was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to what Emmett could achieve on his own.

Just with his own effort and Elysia's support, they could easily pull him from the bottom of the social ladder right to the top, where life was all steaks and fine wine, a world of riches and comfort at his fingertips!

But what a waste of a golden opportunity!

He was dealt a royal flush by fate itself, and he managed to squander it all away!

After the fallout, he was left with nothing.

His connection with Emmett was now as thin as his link with the Bradfords – merely a shared drop of blood, nothing more.

Cecil, clearly puzzled by the turn of events, furrowed his brow and asked Tarquin,

“What do you mean?”

With a cold tone, Tarquin retorted, “You won’t even get a crumb off this table.”

After saying this, he turned to the officers,

“He might have parental rights, but I doubt he’s fit for raising a child. With him, the kid’s only going to suffer. He’ll ruin him.”

Cecil was immediately on edge,

“Suffer with me? He's my own flesh and blood, I’d go to the ends of the earth for him!”

Tarquin, uninterested in continuing the argument, pulled out his phone, scrolled through some documents, and handed it over to the police,

“He’s into gambling and has a history of domestic violence. Here’s the proof, take a look.”

Proof?!

Cecil was shocked and instinctively reached out to grab the phone!

The officer shot him a warning glance and took Tarquin’s phone to review the evidence, “…”

Tarquin explained, “The money he lost last night was meant for his daughter’s medical bills. He gambled away his daughter’s lifeline. How can he possibly take care of his son?”

“The kid is his, I won’t deny that. But leaving him in Cecil's care? That, I cannot stand for, nor will I allow it.”

Tarquin's tone was calm but resolute.

Legally, custody was a matter for the courts, but under these circumstances, even the police hesitated to enforce anything drastic, especially when a child's wellbeing was at stake.

Who would dare hand over a child to a gambler and an abuser?

This needed a thorough investigation.

“Don’t be scared, kiddo. Mom and Dad will always be with you.”

Emmett, being held by Elysia, turned and threw himself into Tarquin's arms, his voice soft and pitiful, “Daddy.”

Tarquin held him close,

“You’re the bravest, Emmett. Daddy’s just going to the station to talk to the police uncle, and I’ll be back soon. Can you take good care of Mommy for me, make her happy?”

The little guy, sniffling, nodded, “Yeah!”

After a kiss on the forehead from Tarquin, Emmett was handed back to Elysia.

Cecil, unable to contain his frustration, called out to Emmett, “Emmett, I’m your real dad! Your biological one!”

Emmett, intimidated, clung tighter to Elysia, turning his face away, refusing to look at Cecil.

Cecil, grinding his teeth in anger, thought about charging forward to give him a piece of his mind.

“You wait! Sooner or later, I’ll take you back home!”

And once home, he thought about how he’d settle scores.

But even the officer could see Emmett's reluctance towards Cecil, and admonished,