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.”

couldn’t shake off the revolting sensation of their hands on her, like slithering vermin crawling

back. “Don’t worry. It’s all in the

hiccupped, lamenting. “What now? Jimmy is Bainbridge’s lapdog. If my brother can’t even protect himself, they’ll retaliate! And you, you’re still working at the hospital…”

Howard not arrived in time, she dreaded to think what might have happened. She

tough as nails, Gwendolyn reassured her, holding her close. “Trust me. Now that he’s back,

Gwendolyn’s heart ached for her, and she didn’t

11:20

on the couch, boneless after dealing with the night’s

said with a mischievous grin. “Jimmy got four broken ribs, and he’s off his rocker. When they wheeled him into the hospital, he freaked out seeing the male doc, like he saw a ghost. Probably, he has a phobia of

a number on him. All those bruises serve him

reply casual. “He got what he deserved.”

while reading it. Imagine him trying to suck up, but it’s your butt he’s kissing. He’s scared of offending you, hoping you’ll grace the

to the Summit Corp

at it

I’ll be there tomorrow

eyes sparkled with anticipation. “Can’t wait

that the man he’d been kissing up to was the very same one he’d been giving hell.