Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 590

Everyone felt like crying, but Keaton, trying to muster some courage, said:

"Look, we're starving here. Please, have a heart and let us go. It's the holiday season. If we all starve to death, next time you get hurt, there'll be no one around to keep you company."

Tarquin barely lifted an eyelid and dropped a bomb, "Want a meal or your legs?"

"Excuse me?"

"If you want to eat, you'll have to break a leg! Literally. Break your own leg, then you can go."

Everyone: "…"

Seizing the moment Tarquin headed for the bathroom, the group lamented in despair,

"Who on earth managed to anger the Grim Reaper himself during the holidays?"

"If we find out who it is, they're as good as dead! It's their fault we're all suffering!"

"Talk about being clueless. Out of everyone to provoke, they had to pick Tarquin. Don't they know he's the last person in Jindale City you'd want to mess with?"

"Keaton, do you know who it is?"

Keaton, nearly fainting from hunger, lazily replied, "Even if I told you, you wouldn't dare mess with them."

"Why? Besides Tarquin, is there someone else in Jindale City we should be afraid of?"

"Not exactly a big shot, but if you try anything on her, Tarquin will make sure you regret it!"

Everyone was shocked but curious, gossiping, "Who is it?"

Before Keaton could answer, someone's stomach growled loudly,

"For the love of God, please let Tarquin let us go grab a bite! I'll light a candle, I'll bow down!"

Keaton said, "Praying to God won't help, you need to pray to Elysia!"

"Who's Elysia?"

Keaton said, "She's the one person even Tarquin wouldn't dare cross! Remember that name. If you ever run into her, don't even think about causing trouble!

Better yet, just kneel and cling to her coattails. Whoever manages to get on her good side is set for life!"

Everyone: "??? Really? That's hard to believe!"

Keaton remained enigmatic, offering only a smile.

This thought slightly eased Tarquin's mind, but he pressed on, "Where did she go?"

"She stayed in the same suite with her kid last night. She hurt her hand in the lab earlier, so I urged her to go home and rest. She's been pushing herself too hard."

Hurt her hand?

Tarquin's brows furrowed, his concern escalating.

While still walking out, he dialed Benjamin,

"How did she hurt her hand? Is it serious? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Benjamin sounded exasperated, "...It's not serious, just a prick from a plant's thorn."

"Did it bleed?"

"Yeah, but..."

"Bleeding and it's not serious?! You should've called me sooner! I'm heading back now!"

After hanging up, Tarquin grabbed his coat and car keys, and dashed out.