Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 938

Without Tarquin's permission, treating him was off the table. What would happen if he truly fell ill one day?

Would he just die at home?

Tarquin didn't respond, his gaze icy as he stared him down, a chill in his eyes that could freeze the room.

Seeing him like this, he couldn't help but think of Kelsey, Phineas, and Keith himself. He also thought of Elizabeth Gonzalez and Kendrick.

Good people, gone too soon.

And yet the devil walks among us!

Sometimes, this world truly leaves one at a loss for words.

Gideon saw a murderous intent in Tarquin's eyes and furrowed his brow, wondering what he had done to provoke him today.

After racking his brain and coming up empty, he finally said coldly,

"You have no right to interfere with my medical care. Seeking treatment is my right."

Tarquin took a deep breath, suppressing his urge to end it all right there and then. After calming down a bit, he said,

"Whether I have the right or not is for me to decide. Just wait and see which doctor dares to treat you without my permission."

Gideon scowled, "I haven't provoked you recently, have I? What do you really want?"

"Why did you say it was Keith who kidnapped you?" Tarquin asked in return.

Gideon looked at him suspiciously, "You care about that?"

Tarquin didn't reply, just stared at him, waiting for an answer.

After a few seconds of silence, Gideon said,

"The kidnapper boasted about it himself in front of me, claiming his name was Keith and that he had a vendetta against me."

"And what did he say exactly?"

"He claimed that years ago, I assaulted a woman named Kelsey and that they were seeking revenge."

Hearing Kelsey's name made Tarquin's expression darken even more,

"How did Keith and his sister manage to escape from you? Who rescued them?"

Gideon, in severe pain and unable to move, broke out in cold sweat and roared,

"You disgraceful grandson, hurting your own grandfather, you'll be cursed for this, you'll be cursed! You'll get your comeuppance!"

Tarquin's face was emotionless as he casually wiped the blood off his hands with a tissue, muttering,

"Being related to you is curse enough."

He tossed the bloodied tissue into the trash bin and looked up, his gaze becoming even colder,

"I'll ask you one last time, in the studio that year, how did Keith and his sister manage to escape right under your nose? Who was it that rescued them?"

Just as Gideon was about to continue lying, Tarquin's hand reached for the knife handle.

He slightly twisted the knife embedded in Gideon's flesh.

Gideon's screams filled the room once more, agony written all over his face.

Tarquin, utterly indifferent, warned,

"I'm not in a good mood today. You better not test my patience. Think carefully before you speak."