And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 45

Bainbridge rubbed his cheek, his voice tinged with indignation. “He did it on purpose! He made me lose face in front of everyone.”

Jarvis ground his teeth in frustration, “Idiot! All those experts were clueless, how could he have known? Do you think he’s still the golden boy?”

Jarvis scoffed. “Howard’s influence at Chadwick Group has been eradicated by me. The path is clear for you. He’s nothing but a washed–up has–been.”

“Dad, what about today’s mess?”

“Tomorrow, donate fifty million to a charity. I’ll get the press to play it up. You need to be generous, acting like money’s no object. Don’t come off as petty.”

“Got it.” Bainbridge felt a wave of relief.

“As for that Vivien… she’s just for fun, she’s not in your league. And her gold–digging stepmother is a delusional woman.”

“I know, I was never serious,” Bainbridge curled his los into a sly smile. “She’s still somewhat useful to me.”

Jarvis subsided his anger and spoke dispassionately. “Make sure Waldo spikes the medication. Don’t let Howard linger too long.”

“I was planning on it even if you hadn’t said anything.”

was always

having been overshadowed for years, felt an instinctual wariness.

Waldo arrived for his routine

a

my

a good man.” Marina hesitated before asking. “About Mr. Howard’s condition. Can it be cured? You know, he’s a newlywed and

looking quite vexed.

medication, the faster the downfall But he replied soothingly. “Once his legs are healed, the rest should

cast a side glance at Waldo, puzzled why Howard had confided in Dr. Waldo about the little blue pills.

the master bedroom, where Gwendolyn and Howard

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Chadwick is showing great improvement. We need to adjust his

chest, “This is a new blend I’ve concocted, more effective.” Last

in this, Howard wouldn’t

take the powder, but Waldo pulled back, saying, “Mrs. Chadwick, could you draw the bath? I’m gonna stick around

He wasn’t leaving!

at Howard, who gave a

as Waldo poured the powder into it, releasing a potent scent, which made her anxious.

her sleeve, “What are you