And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 11

The next day dawned with a tradition of the newly married daughter returning to her family after the wedding.

Roselind carefully selected gifts, considering it a good deed well done on behalf of the Sawyer family. With the idea of bringing back something of significant value, she also carefully chose a perfectly aged, hundred–year–old bottle of wine.

“Gwendolyn, I’m sorry you have to go by yourself. Howard is not well enough, so the burden. falls on you,” she said, guilt laced in her voice as she took Gwendolyn’s hands.

Dressed in a light green dress that flowed gently to her ankles, Gwendolyn nodded slightly.

She glanced towards the second floor of the quaint cottage, recalling their argument the day before. Naturally, she hadn’t managed to get the transfer documents from Howard and it seemed she would have to find her way to bring Nicolette back.

“I better be off then.”

“Take care on the road,” Roselind said, stepping back to watch as Gwendolyn got into the car and drove away.

Sitting in the car, Gwendolyn rested her hands by her sides, her cuffs pinned into fluted pleats by silver needles, which was a seemingly inconspicuous detail. This return trip was bound to be a battle of wits and wills.

If push came to shove, so be it!

Upon arrival at the Sawyer family, not a single servant was present to greet her.

Gwendolyn strode into the living room, halting the laughter and chatter within.

warmth, “You’re finally back. Didn’t Mr. Howard come with you?”

care for

“Vivien.”

room, chastised her as he put down his newspaper with an air of authority.

Unafraid, Vivien shrugged.

“Sisters should help each other out. With Vivien marrying Bainbridge,

you two are practically sisters,” Gemma chimed in to smooth things over while probing, “Gwen, has Howard got any news about Mr. White? If you find him, don’t

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Chapter 11

doctor had been able to

their nauseating act, countering with sarcasm, “What’s

impolite!” Gemma’s face fell, and she swung her hand in a slap.

mark bloomed on Gwendolyn’s fair cheek as she glared at Gemma, a surge of injustice

was her own

get tough, but you and Herman won’t stop playing nice,” Vivien sneered, “Gwendolyn, hand over the transfer documents.”

you the

for it today. Why are you just standing there, Gemma? Hold

“Get away!”