And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 6

“Mom,” he spoke, his voice slow and hoarse after a severe illness, tinged with a hint of resignation, “I’m as good as ineffectual now, stripped of my inheritance rights. Why delay her life?”

Tears welled up in Roselind’s eyes as she covered her mouth to stifle her sobs. “It’ll all turn around. Just as soon as we find Mr. White, you’ve still got assets and resources to make a comeback! Everything’s going to be alright!”

“And have you asked this young lady if she’s prepared to be a widow in all but name?” His gaze rested on Gwendolyn, those eyes hinting at something more.

Gwendolyn felt a creeping discomfort, her mind flashing back to the awkwardness of the previous evening. Did he really see her as someone so unfulfilled?

Roselind felt a pang of guilt as she looked at Gwendolyn, who was visibly torn.

“Gwendolyn, would you stand by Howard? Our branch of the family may have fallen from grace, but I’ve got a nice chunk of change saved up. It’ll keep us afloat,” she pleaded.

Gwendolyn’s lips were pressed into a thin line, her fingernails digging into her palms. Gemma had been blackmailing her with Nicolette’s wellbeing, demanding the big projects in Howard’s possession. However, those very projects seemed to be the only chance for them to turn things around.

Should Gwendolyn strip away their last hope?

But then, what about Nicolette?

Her silence spoke volumes to Howard and Roselind, interpreted as reluctance.

Howard lying in the bed, with an air of distant nobility, seemed to arrive at a conclusion. “We’ll proceed with the divorce procedure tomorrow.”

Gwendolyn snapped to attention, her soft voice cutting through the tension.

divorce

intimidating stare, she mustered her courage, “I married you, and I’m willing

washed over Roselind who smiled through her tears, “That’s my girl, I knew you were different from those other women. Marina, let’s

their bond.”

“Right.”

and a glance that seemed to praise Gwendolyn, Marina followed

bedside, fidgeting with her fingers and wetting her dry lips. His piercing

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Chapter 6

fixed on

low. “Ms. Quigley, if it’s money you want, I can give it to you. My mother’s money is

bit her cheek, insisting. “I’m not after

the previous night flashed before Howard, his chest tight with suppressed anger, “Now that I’m awake, I will not tolerate the liberties you took

grew colder, “Not even for a bit of

was aflame with embarrassment.

cuddles and kisses?

she whispered softly, “And you’re not… capable.”

did you say?” he demanded.

her fists, making

clear and determined, she affirmed, “Mr. Chadwick, I am confident I can heal your