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.”

revolting sensation of their hands on her, like slithering

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

now? Jimmy is Bainbridge’s lapdog. If my brother can’t even protect himself, they’ll

they dared to bully her like this, had Howard not arrived in time, she dreaded to think what might have happened. She would have been toyed

as nails, Gwendolyn reassured her, holding her close. “Trust me.

Jeannie nestled into Gwendolyn’s embrace. Gwendolyn’s heart ached for

11:20

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

their medical bills,” he said with a mischievous grin. “Jimmy got four broken ribs, and he’s off his rocker. When they wheeled him

heartily. “Oh man, you did a number on him. All those bruises serve him right.”

sipped his water, his reply casual.

the coffee table. “It’s Warren’s seventieth birthday party invitation, penned by Bainbridge. I couldn’t feel more embarrassed while reading it. Imagine

delivered the invitation to the Summit Corp

it and scoffed.

I’ll be there tomorrow night.”

anticipation. “Can’t wait to see the

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