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    Because she was both worried and angry, Arabe’s voice was notably loud.


    Connor waved a finger with a smile and said, “Shh! Grandma, keep it down. Your disturbance has upset your dear granddaughter-inw.”


    “She is upset?” Arabe looked confused. “Why is she upset?”


    “Why do you think?” Connor wore a yful expression. “We were just getting in the right mood, nning to work on giving you a great-grandchild, and your shouting broke the spell.”


    Domenic, Marc, and Terry turned red, wondering when Mr. Daniels had be so shameless. Arabe was a moment slow to respond. Even though her reaction was dyed, once it clicked, her face flushed, and she began to stutter, “You… you scoundrel, are you serious?”


    “How could I joke about this?” Connor replied smoothly, showing no sign of embarrassment. “You keep asking for great-grandkids, and we were trying our best to make that happen, but then you came and disrupted us! Now, because of your interruption, there won’t be any great-grandchild tonight.”


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    Hearing this, Arabe looked genuinely remorseful. “You scoundrel, you’re not pulling my leg, are you?”


    “When have I ever lied to you?”


    “What about those online rumors that your marriage is fake?”


    “Why listen to baseless gossip?”


    “But they say where there’s smoke, there’s fire.”


    Connor shrugged, preferring not to debate further with Arabe. He said sincerely, “Grandma, there’s nothing to those rumors. Don’t listen to those troublemakers. My wife and I are perfectly fine!”


    Arabe still seemed skeptical. She nced towards the stairs and asked uncertainly, “Is Tiffany really upstairs?”


    Connor chuckled. “Of course, she’s upstairs. Right in your grandson’s bed. Want to go check?”


    “The noises earlier—weren’t you mistreating her?”


    “Do you really think your grandson would be so despicable as to hit his wife?” Connor’s question left Arabe speechless. She straightened her back, determined to go upstairs. “No matter what you say, you scoundrel, I need to see Tiffany with my own eyes to feel calm.”


    But before Arabe could ascend the stairs, Marissa descended. Everyone’s eyes turned to her simultaneously. Domenic, Marc, and Terry caught a glimpse and swiftly scampered away like rats escaping a sinking ship. Oh my! What were those marks on Marissa’s neck? Hickeys? They were in deep trouble! They had witnessed proof of Mr. Daniels’ wild antics. He would probably want to gouge their eyes out!


    Connor, noticing Marissa, quickly approached to adjust her clothing, concealing the marks on her neck. He anxiously scanned her face, relieved to see she was still in her sleepwalking state and hadn’t fully awakened. Marissa, appearing bewildered, would normally greet Arabe with a smile and some cheerful words. Today, however, she seemed oblivious to everyone else, her gaze fixed solely on Connor. As he fixed her cor, she nestledfortably into his arms, mumbling, “Let’s go back to sleep.”


    “Okay!” Connor softly patted her back, coaxing her gently, worried she might fully wake. Once Marissa calmed down, he turned to Arabe with a smile. “Grandma, aren’t you going back to rest?”


    Still processing the unfolding scene, Arabe suddenly hupped loudly, then swiftly turned and shuffled away, hupping continuously. Watching Arabe retreat, Connor let out a sigh of relief.


    But just as he began to rx, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his shoulder


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