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?”

you done? Then

tirelessly searching for Mr. White for years and always

been seriously injured in his youth. With the coming winter, his limbs ached unbearably. After all the specialist doctors had failed to

out a smug laugh, “I’ll take my leave

triumphant air, the years of being overshadowed by Howard

to become the next heir of the Chadwick family?

them leave, a sharp

every step.

the hallway. Her slender fingers skillfully manipulated Roselind’s ankle, “It’s okay, no

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was unclear what she did, but with a few twists, Roselind

welled up in Roselind’s eyes as she looked towards the closed door, then turned her gaze to Gwendolyn, “Gwendolyn, could I ask you to take care of Howard for me? My foot will be fine. but he

her

disturbance, who knew what

too proud to let his kin see him

perceptive as ever, understood immediately.

“I’ll go in. Marina, please help Mrs. Chadwick

“Alright.”