And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 8

Gwendolyn recalled the words of how Roselind’s money had been ensnared by the stock market crash and worry creased her brow. Even the cheapest garments in the boutique demanded a small fortune, an amount she wouldn’t spend in half a year back in the countryside.

Her modest savings wouldn’t make a dent.

“A young lady ought to dress in vibrant hues to be the belle of the ball You are a member of the Chadwick family.”

A glimmer of hope flickered in Gwendolyn.

Roselind and Gwendolyn swept through the clothing store like a whirlwind before advancing to the jewelry shop.

Yet, not everyone was pleased to see them.

“Well, if it isn’t Roselind. Fancy seeing you out shopping. I heard your son woke up. Congrats. Shame about the paralysis… Now the Chadwick family’s inheritance will surely fall to Bainbridge,” the haughty woman said, barely concealing her schadenfreude behind a delicate hand.

Howard’s excellence had cast a shadow over many, and now that misfortune had struck, they were all too eager to kick him.

Roselind retorted with a cold laugh, “Alberta, I heard your precious boy landed in the hospital chasing skirts. Let’s hope he doesn’t end up six feet under courtesy of his escapades. Ah well, such are the travails of the high and mighty, aren’t they?”

“How dare you!” The woman fumed.

“What’s wrong? Even with his legs failing him, my Howard still outshines your son! Word on the street is that the lineage of the Peterson family is at risk, with no cure for your boy’s impotency. The Peterson family may well die out!”

Roselind’s gaze was piercing, her words hitting Alberta right where it hurt.

secrets to Bayridge City. exacerbated by his penchant for pharmaceutical escapades that

is he? We’ll find Mr. White eventually. Don’t come crawling to me then!”

Howard is blessed. For all you know, Mr.

treat him!”

it came to high society sparring, Roselind was in a league of her own.

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Let’s see how Howard smooths

was a mask of resentment. Alberta clutched her purse tightly

Corp project

to the top shelf behind the glass counter.

the jewelry box, complimenting.

the astronomical price. Before she could protest. Roselind had already clasped the necklace

pendant made Gwendolyn’s complexion glow, the opulent lights of the

you perfectly,” Roselind admired.

earnestly, “I should decline such a generous gift. You’ve already given me

you

returned the necklace to its case.

moment, Gwendolyn voiced her curiosity, “Who is

walked, “Mr. White is a master of modern medicine, his acupuncture is legendary, known to cure the incurable. But he retired at sixty and now his whereabouts

his apprentice would be