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.”

her, like slithering vermin crawling over her skin. The thought alone made her seethe with anger.

the past.

until she hiccupped, lamenting. “What 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

holding her close. “Trust me. Now

from crying, Jeannie nestled into Gwendolyn’s embrace. Gwendolyn’s heart ached for her, and she didn’t dare

11:20

sprawled on the couch,

off his rocker. When they wheeled him into the hospital, he freaked out seeing

heartily. “Oh man, you did a number

sipped his water, his reply casual. “He got what he

onto the 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

delivered the invitation to the Summit Corp headquarters

it and

him I’ll be

anticipation. “Can’t

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