And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 9

In the grand manor, Marina wept as if the sky itself were falling.

Upon seeing Gwendolyn and Roselind return, she wiped away her tears and said, “Madam, Mr. Bainbridge stormed into Howard’s room with a doctor and drew a whole syringe of blood.”

“Where are they now?”

“Still in the room.”

Roselind clutched her chest, her footsteps erratic as she bolted toward the staircase. In her haste, her high heels gave way, twisting her ankle. Gwendolyn quickly reached out to steady her.

“Thank you.” Roselind uttered, her voice tight and choked.

As they approached the corridor, they saw the master bedroom door ajar.

A young man with sharp, hawk–like eyes behind gold–rimmed glasses stood there. His hair was meticulously combed and he was dressed in the finest attire. A smirk played on his lips as he looked toward them. His gaze swept over Gwendolyn with a hint of frost.

“Roselind, so this is the country bumpkin you’ve brought in? Howard, once the pride of the heavens, has now settled for a village maiden?”

“Bainbridge, what exactly are you trying to do?” Roselind demanded coldly.

Bainbridge was smug. “I’m here on Warren’s orders to have the doctor check on Howard. Have you misunderstood something?”

done? Then please

for Mr. White for years and always have more

coming winter, his limbs ached unbearably. After all

out a smug laugh,

triumphant air, the years of

become the next

lip as she watched them leave, a sharp pain shooting

every step.

in the hallway. Her slender fingers skillfully manipulated

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few twists,

looked towards the closed door, then turned her gaze to Gwendolyn, “Gwendolyn, could I ask you to take care of Howard for

knows her child best.

what state Howard was

let his kin see him in a moment

ever,

“I’ll go in. Marina,

“Alright.”