Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem



Elysia couldn't help but worry about Pamela, but she didn't delve too deeply into it.

As the sleek black car gently pulled away from the hospital, a woman, clutching her child, hid in a corner. She watched them leave, her eyes blurred with tears.

The next morning, Elysia got up early to make breakfast.

They were staying in a luxury suite with a kitchen.

As she stepped into the kitchen, she spotted a small figure.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Emmett, wearing an apron and standing on a stool, was bustling around the kitchen.

Elysia hurried over, asking softly,

"Emmett, why are you up so early?"

"Morning, mommy. I'm making breakfast for everyone, including Blossom. I promised Blossom yesterday that I'd bring her some yummy food to the hospital this morning. She loves the meals I make, says they always cheer her up."

Hearing this, Elysia felt a warm surge in her heart and tenderly pinched Emmett's cheek,

"Our Emmett is the most thoughtful, aren't you? Let's do it together; mommy will help you."

"Okay."

The mother and son chatted and laughed in the kitchen, as close as if they were biologically related.

Once breakfast was ready, the others were still asleep.

Elysia asked Tarquin to stay home to look after Pamela and the other children, while she took Emmett to the hospital to deliver food to Blossom.

Upon arriving at the hospital, they encountered the woman from the day before again!

She was sitting on the ground, her daughter lying beside her, seemingly asleep.

As soon as she saw Elysia and Emmett, the woman quickly stood up!

Elysia hesitated for a moment, then led Emmett towards her.

As they approached, the woman became more agitated, her breathing rapid and her body trembling.

Elysia, puzzled, inquired, "Is there something you want to tell me?"

The woman paused, then shook her head hastily, "No...nothing."

"But I notice you seem very nervous seeing us. Is it because you ran into my child?"

The woman lowered her eyes to Emmett, twisting her hands nervously,

"Is... is he alright?"

"He's fine, you don't need to worry or be nervous."

Elysia glanced at the child lying on the ground, "Did you spend the night here?" "Yes."

"Why not stay in a hospital room?"

"We didn't go through the admission process."

"Why not take your child home?"

The woman's lips moved, but she didn't answer.

Elysia, not wanting to pry further, changed the subject,

"What's wrong with the child? Is she ill? She looks pale."

"She has a congenital disease."

"Would you mind if I take a look? I have some medical knowledge."

The woman looked at her in surprise, "Of course, of course."

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stopped her, "Let me check her pulse first."

Elysia crouched down and saw the child's thin wrist. She couldn't help but frown.

The child clearly suffered from malnutrition; it was heart-wrenching to see.

After checking her pulse, Elysia's expression grew grim.

The woman's eyes were already red, "Is there no hope?"

Elysia said gently, "The situation isn't good."

The woman sobbed, "I knew it, I've known it for a while."

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"The child is malnourished. Try to make her some nutritious meals, give her some warmth."

The woman was heartbroken, tears streaming down her face, "Okay..."

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offered them to her, his

voice soft and childlike,

"Please, have some."

The woman, looking at Emmett, couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears.

Her crying was heart-wrenching, startling Emmett.

Frozen in place, Emmett looked at her, unsure of what to do.