And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 5

Tucked away in a shadowy nook by the staircase, Gwendolyn eyed the flickering name on her phone screen. Suppressing her distaste, she picked up the call.

“Hello?”

“Gwen,” came Gemma’s gentle probing voice from the other end. “Was Howard awake? Were his legs… really done for?”

The doctors had barely delivered their verdict when the Sawyer family was already privy to the internal scoop.

Gemma showed no concern for how the Chadwick family was dealing with Gwendolyn, nor did she inquire how Gwendolyn had spent her previous night. Instead, Gemma was fishing for insider information.

Gwendolyn fell into greater disappointment.

“I’m hanging up if there’s nothing else,” she said flatly.

“Wait!” Shouting, Gemma was tinged with urgency. “Do Vivien a solid! Howard got this massive deal, a collaboration between Summit Corp and Chadwick Group. Convince him to sign the Transfer of Project, and Vivien can marry Howard’s cousin.”

Gwendolyn couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

“What makes you think I can help with that? I’m just a shotgun bride with no standing.”

on you now. Besides, he’s a broken man. What’s the point of holding onto the project? Better to let it go and help

That project could rake in billions upon completion. Howard had solidified his grip on Chadwick Group with it.

help you,” Gwendolyn retorted, ready to end the call.

don’t agree, you can

roared

mother–in–law!”

these years, if it weren’t for Nicolette’s care,

matter how hard Gwendolyn tried to learn medicine from the

the audacity to send Nicolette on such a grueling journey! She couldn’t

indignities the frail Nicolette must

and I

Gwendolyn’s knuckles turned white, her fingers

with tear–brimmed eyes, she asked,

a while before replying, her voice cold and heartless, “Vivien was raised by my hand. She comes from a good family. She is also graceful and talented. If you could marry Howard, she certainly deserves better. Whatever, you just have to get it done. On your

hung up

up Gwendolyn’s spine, making every breath feel like a blade scraping against her throat

echoed at the stairwell, “Mrs. Chadwick, why are you here?”