And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 72

Bainbridge was gloating. “I know It’s tough on you, buddy. It’s just that your body didn’t play ball. Why not stay in the hospital a little longer?”

Waldo said that Howard’s days were numbered.

The look in Bainbridge’s eyes was pure crocodile tears.

“How come your parents aren’t here, Howard?” Farrah breezed over in her flashy red cocktail dress. “Even your granddad made it. Are they too high and mighty or what?”

Then she threw a disdainful glance at Gwendolyn. “No offense, but you’re treating this country girl like she’s a treasure. Parading her around, aren’t you embarrassed?”

Howard’s face remained calm, but his eyes twinkled with barely concealed amusement. “Farrah, she is my treasure.”

“Mr. Howard, I hear Gwendolyn’s interning at the hospital. Even her mother has to wait in line like everyone else. Tough luck having a daughter like that. You call her a treasure?”

Vivien sneered with a superior air.

“Would you rather be the treasure?” Howard shot back with a mocking smile. “You have all this interest in whom I cherish. What, are you still hung up on the past?”

Back in the day, Vivien had a thing for Howard. And why wouldn’t she? He was the catch of the season.

“Enough!”

the cornerstone

Vivien.

was of no use to him

up with these nobodies.

“Yes, Father.”

glance at Howard, Bainbridge finally

Howard suggested,

“Sure.”

him

the foundation stone, a crowd of people had gathered. They stopped at the edge of the crowd, next to Warren in his traditional

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by bodyguards, he asked Howard, “How’s the

thanks to you.”

Warren scoffed

than usual. With constant pain in his limbs and no relief from Waldo’s acupuncture, it was clear to Warren that Waldo was no

was in a wheelchair and rumored to be infertile. The future of the Chadwick Group was for the family’s main branch,

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