Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1129

At that moment, Cecil was in total shock!

The media had gotten in touch with him for confirmation, and upon learning that the designs were indeed his son's work, their tone shifted dramatically, showering him with congratulations and telling him he had struck gold!

Even talent agencies were reaching out, hoping to sign Emmett early.

And studios were inquiring if Emmett had more designs to sell, willing to pay top dollar for them.

Cecil could hardly believe it. Just two drawings had caused such a sensation!

"Good Lord, this is like hitting the jackpot!" he thought. "No wonder they don’t want to give back our son; they’ve seen the golden opportunity!

Damn it, I must get Emmett back, make him draw day and night to fill my pockets!"

Claire too saw the news online.

She was over the moon about her son's success and was quite excited.

"Cecil, they're saying our son could be a huge star! We can't ruin his future; we should let him stay with Ms. Thorne and let them nurture his talent."

Cecil frowned,

"What do you know? This talent is our son's own, nothing to do with them! He can make it big without any external grooming! It’s all thanks to my genes!"

Claire shrank back, whispering,

"Ms. Thorne and Mr. Bradford aren’t bad people, we... we shouldn’t burn bridges with them. For Emmett's sake, they won’t leave us in the lurch, we..."

"Nonsense! Only by taking a stand can we demand a hefty sum with dignity!"

"But if we make a scene, I... I’m afraid our son might end up hating us..."

"He owes his life to me; dare he hate us? If he dares, that's ingratitude! I could disown him!"

Cecil scoffed arrogantly, his phone suddenly ringing. He glanced at the caller ID, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

He turned to Claire and barked,

"I'm stepping out. You stay put in the ward and don’t go spreading rumors!"

"Get this straight, if I’m living well, that’s when you and your son can live well too."

"Cecil, everyone’s heard about your stroke of luck. We're all waiting to congratulate you. Come on over and bring some of that good fortune our way."

Cecil was on cloud nine, never in his thirty years had he felt so glorious!

Elated, he headed straight for the casino.

But little did he know, banking solely on that blood relation and custody rights, he thought he could do as he pleased!

He thought he could manipulate Elysia and Tarquin.

He had no idea just how out of his depth he really was!

As soon as Cecil arrived at the casino, Tarquin got wind of it.

"Tarquin, he took the bait."

Tarquin's eyes gleamed ominously,

"Record everything, keep it for later. And don’t leave him a dime; win back all of Emmett's money and donate it!"