Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 611: I Miss You, Potential Daddy (1)_1

BannatTown

This town is part of T City and requires an hour’s drive from the City District. It’s not too far, but its prosperity doesn’t fade in comparison to the City District, making it an important town in T City. BannatTown was once covered with banyan trees, hence the name. However, after reforms and developments, banyan trees have become a rarity on the streets, replaced by other ornamental trees. Only one street still retains the sight of banyan trees lining both sides.

There is a famous vacation resort here, surrounded by mountains at the back and facing the sea at the front, with beautiful scenery and plenty of greenery. In the summer, the resort welcomes a large influx of visitors, comparable to the seaside areas in the city.

Of the many towns in T City, only BannatTown and the City District have sea views. Those with a special fondness for the ocean and who enjoy watching the sea must drive into the City District or come to BannatTown.

James Horne was at the resort.

He had left home and headed alone to a resort in BannatTown, staying in the most luxurious room at the Coastal Grand Hotel, choosing one from where he could see the sea from the balcony. He wanted serenity, yet he was still concerned about his mother and others, so he didn’t want to stray too far away.

He had been living there for several months and was well-informed about his family’s affairs, as someone reliably passed him news of the Horne Family every day.

It was not that he deliberately sought to be kept informed, but rather that his elder brother purposely made sure the news reached him. Although he hadn’t told anyone where he was, given his brother’s capabilities, locating his hideaway wouldn’t take more than an hour.

He knew his father’s finances had finally been cut off by his brother, which he thought was quite ruthless. For someone accustomed to splurging, a mere ten thousand yuan a month for pocket money was too little. However, he also felt his father deserved such punishment because men with money tend to go bad.

When his father’s finances were cut off, his mother’s naturally followed suit.

Several months had passed, and now his mother was very poor.

Truth be told, he was also pained by his mother’s plight, but each time he thought of her actions, he couldn’t bring himself to give her too much money before she showed remorse. Of course, if his mother were truly in dire straits, unable even to afford meals, he would not be able to resist giving her money.

He had deliberately distanced himself, hoping that his mother would come to realize her mistakes and stop being stubborn. As long as she let go of everything, he would welcome her into his villa, where they could live a stable life, free from worrying about food and clothing.

But the news conveyed by his brother brutally shattered his hopes; his mother hadn’t come to her senses and was still contemplating a desperate fight.

The morning sun, though only nine o’clock, already carried a biting heat, its glare so strong it forced people to squint.

Out of habit, James stood on the balcony, quietly watching the distant sea. The sound of the waves reached him, now surging, now calm.

It was a bit strange. For the past few days, his brother had stopped relaying news to him. He didn’t know whether it was because nothing had happened or if everything had already been resolved.

His heart felt tight. I should go home, he thought.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar face—it was Rebecca Hughes.

Rebecca Hughes wore a purple short-sleeved T-shirt and black capri pants, her long hair tied up, giving her a casual yet graceful appearance as she headed into the hotel.

Is she here for me?

During these past few months, besides missing his family, the only other person who came to mind was Rebecca Hughes.

This girl, who didn’t care what others thought of her and had a somewhat wild nature, was so talkative that he had become accustomed to her constant chatter. Now that it was quiet, he truly missed her.

Her arrival didn’t take him by surprise; he had always had a premonition that she would come.

Within minutes, there was a knock at his door.

"James Horne, I know you’re in there. This is Rebecca Hughes. Can you open the door?" Rebecca’s crisp voice carried inside, not loud, but he heard it clearly.

James remained still, continuing to gaze at the far-off sea.

The sunlight, heavy with warmth, fell upon him, coating his handsome face in a layer of gold.

Yet the cool detachment about him didn’t diminish in the slightest.

If Julia had come, I probably would have run to open the door.

Julia? How could she possibly come to find me?

James smiled bitterly to himself.

Their relationship had always been little more than acquaintances. Even as they had grown up together, the most she had done upon seeing him was to call him "Brother James" and flash a quick smile before leaving.

How is she lately? She must have had the baby by now. Is it a boy or a girl?

His brother was petty; he didn’t pass on any news about Julia to him.

He didn’t blame his brother; if he were in that position, he would also have been reluctant to share news of Julia with another man who was in love with her.

"James Horne, you’re not still sleeping, are you? What time do you think it is? Still sleeping."

Rebecca mumbled to herself outside the door.

"If I had known you were still asleep, I would have come later. I’m so hungry I haven’t even had breakfast yet," Rebecca muttered annoyedly. After learning James Horne’s whereabouts from Julia, she had wanted to find him. However, something unexpected had cropped up at home: a woman had rushed into her house, thrust a baby girl into Rebecca’s arms, and left in tears. This confused Rebecca completely. She didn’t mind children, but she wasn’t married yet and had no plans to adopt one at the moment.

To her astonishment, upon seeing the baby girl, she almost screamed—she was the spitting image of her brother, Uriel Hughes, as if cast in the same mold.

She had never heard of her brother even having a girlfriend. How could he suddenly have a daughter? And the baby girl looked to be only about a month old at most.

Rebecca hurried to call her brother. As soon as he heard that someone had left a child at their house—a child resembling him—he rushed back home. He snatched the baby instantly. Upon seeing the girl’s face, her usually stoic brother, Uriel, experienced a mixture of shock, anger, and joy. He then pressed Rebecca for a description of the woman. After shoving the baby back into Rebecca’s arms, Uriel left in pursuit.