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

shouldn’t speak to me like that. We have been tirelessly searching for Mr. White for years and always have more leads than your branch of the family.”

unbearably. After all the

Bainbridge let out a

a triumphant air, the years of

cripple be fit to become the next heir

she watched them leave, a sharp pain shooting

every step.

that,” Gwendolyn said, helping her sit down in the hallway. Her slender

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did, but with a few twists,

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 needs

mother knows her child best.

Bainbridge’s disturbance, who knew what state Howard was in?

let his kin see

as ever, understood

solemnly and said, “I’ll go in. Marina, please help Mrs. Chadwick to rest.”

“Alright.”