And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 104

“Get in. No worries,” Cliff said with a casual wave toward the car.

“Yeah, all good,” Howard replied, leaning heavily on Cliff as they approached the sleek black sedan. In the backseat, Jeannie lay slumped over, the scent of whiskey heavy on her breath, while Gwendolyn sat beside her, keeping a vigilant eye.

The car made its way to the Chadwick family’s cozy suburban villa.

As they arrived, Marina, the housekeeper, rushed out, concern etching her features. “Mr. Chadwick, Mrs. Chadwick, and… Miss Jeannie? Good heavens, she’s plastered!”

“Marina, give me a hand, will you?” Gwendolyn grunted, trying to support Jeannie’s staggering form.

Together with Marina, they managed to escort the inebriated woman inside. No sooner. had they reached the guest room than Jeannie vomited all over the floor.

Marina started cleaning up the mess, her expression soured. “Why on earth did she drink so much? I’ll get her some hangover pills!” she declared before setting the mop aside and hurrying off to the living room.

“Oh, God!” Jeannie burst into tears, clutching Gwendolyn tightly. “Gwen, I’m scared!”

“Disgusting, they’re all jerks,” Gwendolyn murmured, her lips pressed into a thin line. She asked gently, though the question was harsh. “Did they… did they hurt you?”

Jeannie shook her head, her voice choked with anguish. “No, but they touched me.”

sensation of their hands on her, like slithering vermin crawling over her skin. The thought alone made her

patted her back. “Don’t worry. It’s all in the past. Your brother took care. of

is Bainbridge’s lapdog. If my brother can’t even protect himself, they’ll retaliate! And you, you’re

out. If they dared to bully her like this, had Howard not arrived

okay! Howard is tough as nails, Gwendolyn reassured her, holding her

into Gwendolyn’s embrace. Gwendolyn’s heart ached for her, and she didn’t dare leave her

11:20

villa’s living room, Nathan sprawled on the couch, boneless after dealing

his rocker. When they wheeled him into the hospital, he

a number on him. All those bruises serve him right.”

his reply casual. “He got what

coffee table. “It’s Warren’s seventieth birthday party invitation, penned by Bainbridge. I couldn’t feel more embarrassed while reading it. Imagine him trying to suck up, but it’s

had delivered the invitation to the Summit Corp headquarters

glanced at it

be

“Can’t wait

been kissing up to was the very same one he’d been