The Revenge of the Mute Wife by Melanie Paulson novel Chapter 257

Chapter 257 

Once the little one had fallen asleep, they gently placed him in the crib set up next to the living room so he could feel the presence of his family while the adults began the final preparations for that evening’s dinner. 

When Nicholas arrived, he joined them in finishing up the arrangements in the living room. They even set up a camera to record the evening, capturing the family’s first Christmas with Deborah and James for their collection of home videos. 

By the time the clock struck 6 PM, everyone took a moment to rest and get ready for dinner. 

Later that evening, some special guests arrived for the dinner. 

“Welcome,” greeted Eric and Samantha. 

Thank you 

for having us, and Merry Christmas,” George said as he entered the house, shaking off the snow from his coat. 

“Merry Christmas!” Elliot shouted excitedly. 

“A” A certain little brown–haired boy perked up at the sound of his uncle’s voice. 

“James!” Elliot exclaimed, running over to pick him up and noticing that James was dressed as Santa Claus. “Wow… a mini Santa! Look, Dad.” 

“Haha, my grandson looks adorable like that.” 

“And we should take advantage while he lets us,” Samantha added. 

““Eric, could you lend a hand with bringing in what we brought?” George asked. 

The butler and a few servants went outside to bring in everything the Petersons had brought to the party: some food, a cake, a box of flavored sodas, and two bottles of wine. 

Once everything was set up, everyone took their seats at the table to start dinner. 

Naturally, the meal was accompanied by good drinks and several amusing anecdotes from the past few days. 

“So, I spotted this guy eyeing the same console I wanted, but I told him, ‘Oh no, buddy, that’s mine, and then I took off running full speed to get to the counter first,” Elliot was recounting. “But the jerk pushed me, and I went flying into a glass table and cut myself,” he said, rolling up his sleeve to show the bandages as proof of his injury. 

“Ouch, that looks painful,” Deborah remarked, grimacing. 

“Of course it hurt! I was terrified when I saw him lying on the floor, covered in blood,” George complained. “We ended up in the hospital that day, and I was scared he might have damaged a nerve or muscle.” 

“Did anything happen to the guy who attacked you?” Samantha asked. 

“Yes,” Elliot replied. 

“Of course I had them find the guy! For a moment, I thought he might have ruined my son’s entire right arm …which would’ve meant he’d have to give up his passion for jewelry design.” 

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Chapter 257