Son-In-Law Madness

Meanwhile, Donald remained blissfully unaware of what the Wilkins family had in store for him.

Upon returning to the mansion, he made a beeline for Jennifer, only to find her watching a horror movie with Geraldine and Hannah.

Annoyed, he grabbed the remote control and changed it to a cartoon channel.

Geraldine, who had a bag of potato chips in her hand, stared at the man in utter bewilderment.

“What's the meaning of this, Donald? We were enjoying the movie just fine. Why did you change it to a cartoon?”

“Don't you guys know the importance of prenatal development?” Donald replied solemnly. “From today onward, movies and television shows that contain gore and violence are strictly forbidden. That includes the horror, action, and sci-fi genres. Darling, you're only allowed to watch cartoons and comedies. If you like, you can also watch musicals to cultivate a love for music.”

For a moment, Jennifer didn't know whether to laugh or cry at her husband's demands. “I'm only three months pregnant, Darling. How would my choice of shows affect the baby?”

“That's where you're wrong. Let's take horror movies as an example. When we consume horror, the fear we experience triggers the release of adrenaline. Excess adrenaline, however, can be toxic and even fatal. Given your timidness, don't you think you'd be more prone to adrenaline rushes? Wouldn't that be detrimental to the baby?”

Upon seeing Donald spouting nonsense so confidently, even a medical professor like Hannah couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

Alas, not only did Donald ignore Hannah, but he also confiscated the snacks from her and Geraldine before tossing them into the bin.

“Wait a minute... Why are you throwing away our snacks? We aren't pregnant.”

“I know you aren't pregnant. However, you two hang out with my wife every day and are always sitting near her. Aren't you guys just tempting her? What if she secretly eats the snacks because the temptation's too much to handle? Do you want to bear full responsibility for that?”

Geraldine and Hannah instantly raised their hands in defeat, knowing there was no chance they'd win Donald in such an absurd argument.

The next second, Donald whipped out a thick cookbook from nowhere and handed it to Jennifer. “Darling, this is a compilation of healthy recipes I've requested just for you. Pick any of these meals when you're hungry, and I'll have someone prepare it.”

Jennifer chuckled. “Oh, and here I thought you'd be preparing them for me.”

“No, I can't. I'm not a professional, so the food I make might not meet the nutritional standards.”

“You said you'd get someone to make the meals. Where's that person, then?” Geraldine asked in wide-eyed disbelief.

Just then, a knock at the door caught everyone's attention.

Hannah promptly opened the door, only to be taken aback by the sight that greeted her.

Two minibuses had pulled up outside the mansion, and as more than fifty people filed out of the vehicles, a well-dressed middle-aged woman in the lead approached Hannah.