All Chapters of The Many Shades Of My Brother-in-law : Chapter 21 - Chapter 23

The cool afternoon air hit my face as the security guards hauled me out of the boutique like I was some criminal. My heels scraped against the pavement, and I kept struggling, my silk blouse twisting under their rough grip.“Stop this! Let me go!” I shouted, drawing startled glances from a few pedestrians on the street. My heart hammered against my ribs. This couldn’t be happening. Not in broad daylight. Not from my own mother.Mum didn’t even look back. She marched ahead, her designer coat flapping behind her like a cape of pure entitlement. “Keep moving. You’re making a scene for no reason.”One of the guards tightened his hold on my arm, nearly lifting me off the ground as they shoved me toward a black SUV parked illegally at the curb. I managed to wrench one arm free for a second and grabbed the doorframe, refusing to get in.“Mum, listen to me,” I said through gritted teeth. “This is kidnapping. I will call the police. I swear I will.”She finally turned, her perfectly painted

The sterile lights in Room 312 buzzed overhead like judgmental whispers. I sat on the examination table, arms crossed, while the doctor, a silver-haired man with kind eyes and a clipboard reviewed the preliminary scans and bloodwork. Mum paced near the window, her designer heels clicking impatiently against the tile. “Everything looks perfectly normal, Mrs. Ashbourne,” the doctor said, addressing Mum more than me. He adjusted his glasses. “Alice is in excellent health. No hormonal imbalances, no underlying issues that would prevent conception. However, for a full fertility assessment on the couple, Mr. Tad Davenhall will need to come in himself for his own check-up. These things work best when both partners are evaluated.” Mum’s perfectly arched brows shot up. “You’re saying there’s nothing wrong with her?” “Nothing at all,” the doctor confirmed, smiling politely at me. “In fact, she’s quite healthy. Stress might be a factor, but medically? She’s ready if and when the time