“Stop defending him! Wise up! There are so many fish in the sea. Why him? Can't you Live without him?" Hartwell was deeply disappointed.

Sensing his anger, Joslyn wasn't happy. She glared at him.

"Hartwell!

What is wrong with you? Blair is hurt. Quit stressing her out."

Hartwell made no retorts.

Blair touched Joslyn's hand and said quietly, "It's okay. I know he means well. You should chill too. Stress is bad for the baby

"I'm not mad. I guess I was pretty easy to date, so he doesn't know what it's like. I should have played hard to get. Then he'd have a better idea of what you're going through. He wouldn't talk to you Like that." Joslyn rolled her eyes at Hartwell.

Hartwell didn't say a word.

Blair was amused by Joslyn's reactions.

“Pah! You were so infatuated with him. Someone was so excited after they were asked out that they couldn't get to sleep. I wonder who that was.”

Joslyn blushed. She rolled her eyes at Blair and chastised, "Whose side are you on? Keep going on like that, I'll stop feeding you."

“I'm sorry, Mommy Joslyn. I'm hungry. Feed me, please."

“Mommy Joslyn? That's it. Starve for all I care."

“What? Don't. I was wrong. Come on, Joslyn, my sweet dear cousin-in-lLaw. You're the best."

“Humph! That's better.”

Listening to the two women banter back and forth, Hartwell smiled.

In the afternoon, Cecelia's plane touched down in the city. Her heart ached when she saw Blair's hands and feet all bandaged.

"You poor thing, it must hurt a lot. Wesley was too kind to those thugs.”

Blair smiled and comforted her, “It's fine, Aunt Cecelia. You know

Wesley kicked their asses and then tossed ‘em in jail."

But Cecelia wasn't done.

"Look at you. You're so thin. What was Wesley thinking? I'm calling him right now to give him a piece of my mind.”

Unwilling to let Wesley take the blame, Blair explained at once, "Hey, calm down, He actually took really good care of me. It's just that I'm still recovering. So's my appetite."

When she heard that, Cecelia immediately called a cook she knew in the city and asked him to make some soup for Blair and bring it right to the hospital.

Then she held Blair's hand and complained, “What's up with you and