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.”

with patience, “The moment you walked down the aisle, Howard woke up. The entire Chadwick family is counting on you now. Besides, he’s a broken man. What’s the point of holding

Gemma. That project could rake in billions upon completion. Howard

can’t help you,” Gwendolyn retorted, ready to end the call.

don’t agree, you can kiss your goodbyes to her forever.”

Gwendolyn roared back, “That’s my

mother–in–law!”

if it weren’t for Nicolette’s

had worked herself to the bone. No matter how hard Gwendolyn tried to learn medicine from the neighbor, Mr. White,

Nicolette on such a grueling journey!

the frail Nicolette must have

father died early. Nicolette and I share

her phone, Gwendolyn’s knuckles turned white, her fingers trembling.

eyes, she asked, “Am I even your

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 homecoming

Gemma hung

breath feel like a blade scraping against her throat

echoed at the