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.

won’t divorce you!”

married you, and

my girl, I knew you were different from those

their bond.”

“Right.”

glance that seemed to praise Gwendolyn, Marina

bedside, fidgeting with her fingers and wetting her dry

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Chapter 6

was fixed on her.

money you want, I can give it to you. My mother’s money is tied up in the stock market. She’s

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

anger, “Now that I’m awake, I will not tolerate the liberties you took with me last night. Being a widow means

expression grew colder, “Not even for a

was aflame with embarrassment.

cuddles and

she whispered softly,

you say?”

her fists, making up her

determined, she affirmed, “Mr. Chadwick, I am confident I can heal your legs.”