Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 922

Keith's brow knitted tighter, a grim resolve setting in. He truly wanted that man dead.

He wanted him to suffer the same fate as Tarquin!

But the man had said, “After all, when I rescued you and your sister from Gideon's clutches, it wasn't with the intention to harm you later. I've helped raise you, could do the same for your sister. Why nurture two of my own only to turn against one?”

“Because you wanted to fuel the rage inside me!” Keith shot back.

The man let out a derisive chuckle.

Frustration etched deeper into Keith's face. “If not you, then who was the one masquerading as Kendrick?!”

After a few seconds of silence, the man exhaled deeply, “Once we deal with the Bradfords, I'll reach out. We should meet in person after all these years, have a proper chat. For now, go settle your score with Gideon.”

Keith's tension didn't fade. His plan had always been to use this man to get rid of Tarquin and then seek vengeance for his sister!

Since a meeting was promised, his sister's vengeance could wait.

“And how do you plan to deal with Tarquin?” he asked.

“You'll find out soon enough. Focus on avenging your parents and brothers for now. Be quick about it; the cops and Tarquin are on the move. I've sent you Gideon's location.”

With that, the call ended.

Keith's expression darkened.

Before he could ponder further, he received a location and a video clip.

The video starred Gideon, bound to a chair, desperately screaming for help.

Baby, in her sweet, childish voice, reassured him, “I’m not scared of Daddy hurting me. I'm scared of Daddy being sad. I love Daddy, I don’t want Daddy to be sad. Are you missing grandma and grandpa, and your uncles and aunts?”

Keith broke down, tears streaming as he buried his face in Baby’s small shoulder, sobbing.

Baby, not fully grasping the situation but seeing Keith cry, began to cry herself.

While crying, she kissed Keith’s hair, “Don’t cry, Daddy. Baby loves you. You’re not alone, you have Baby. I love Daddy. Shall I sing for you? Twinkle, twinkle, little Shay…”

Baby’s tender voice filled the room, her sobs intermingling with the song.

Keith hugged Baby even tighter, overwhelmed by fury and sorrow.

His heart ached unbearably—