Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 179: Whitmore–Clifford Scandal

The moment Jennifer saw the photo thrust before her, she knew it was over. She couldn’t comprehend how such an intimate moment had ended up on Phoebe’s phone. But she knew more than anyone else that the photo was real.

Her knees buckled, her heartbeat thundered in her ears, her vision blurred, and her mind fell into a void. Jennifer collapsed, her limbs folding beneath the weight of horror and disbelief.

Seeing this, Jeanne rushed forward. She had already glimpsed some of the photos and heard some of the whispers among guests. She saw phones glowing like fireflies of judgement. Her heart was also pounding, but maternal instinct drove her forward.

Before she could catch Jennifer, her daughter had already slumped to the floor in her flowing white gown, her consciousness slipping away.

"What are you doing, sister?" Jeanne shouted, her voice shrill and breaking. "How could you hit my daughter like that? Your son is no angel either! Did you even look at all the photos?"

Phoebe, breathing heavily, turned towards Jeanne, startled. "Photos?" she echoed, momentarily confused.

She fumbled for her phone and began swiping through the folder. What she saw made her breath catch in her throat. There were dozens of explicit images of James, with various women. Some scenes were undeniably shocking.

Her anger faltered as guilt washed over her. She looked again at Jeanne, who was now cradling her unconscious daughter, her eyes brimming with panic.

William, meanwhile, stood frozen. He had no words or strength to talk. He looked at Jennifer... and that’s when he saw it.

A dark, red stain spreading on the delicate white silk between her thighs.

He blinked several times to confirm. Then his instincts snapped into motion.

"She’s miscarrying."

William, a man hardened by business and betrayal, felt cold clarity descend over him. He’d seen this before... trauma-induced miscarriage. It wasn’t rare. His daughter needed medical attention now.

But he also saw an opportunity out of this. "Jeanne, we need to get her to a hospital. Now," he said urgently, kneeling beside Jennifer. "She’s bleeding."

Without hesitation, he gathered Jennifer into his arms. Her head lolled gently to the side, her body limp and blood soaking into her dress.

"Quickly!" he barked, already running towards the exit.

after him, pale

the car park in moments. William gently placed Jennifer in the backseat. Jeanne slid in beside her, placing her

seat and said to the driver, "Go to the nearest

away from the venue, its tyres screeching

silence, torn between guilt and reason. She’d slapped Jennifer and the girl had collapsed... and now might have lost the baby. But deep down, Phoebe couldn’t deny a

James. Perhaps... this is for the best." She thought as her eyes drifted back to James, who stood stiffly, staring at the floor,

"James, listen to me... Jennifer might have had a miscarriage. We don’t know for sure. But this isn’t the

voice. "Let’s go to the hospital. If there’s any chance to save

though trying to process her words through a

turned to Benjamin. "Mr Chen, would you kindly handle the guests? The bride had left for hospital, and the ceremony obviously can’t proceed. But the food and

gave her a short nod.

and led him towards the exit. He followed her, like a man

remaining groomsmen and friends. "We’ll need to address the

front, preparing to speak. Behind them, the slides on the stage continued to play

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driver did not hesitate. The moment they arrived, hospital staff took charge. Jennifer was rushed into the ER. It didn’t take long for the doctor to confirm what William had

admitted, but she remained unconscious. The silence of the hospital corridor only

on the sterile white tiles. His expression was unreadable... a mixture

her," Jeanne whispered hoarsely, rubbing her arms like the chill of betrayal had sunk deep

his head. "No... not now. Not yet. We have too many enemies, and right now the damage is

a long second. "We lay low. Observe. Let the noise pass," he said. "If we make a move now, we might play straight into someone’s

out his phone and called the Hyatt to check the situation. The hotel manager reassured him that the program had ended, the guests were gone, and Benjamin Chen had settled the

his chest easing slightly. But the

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had brought James straight home. She hadn’t even considered going to the hospital... not out of malice, but pure pragmatism. In her mind, there was no point mourning the loss of a child whose

baby’s death, to her, was a cleansing

be boys," she told herself. "No one expects loyalty from a man in his youth... not until he’s settled and ready. But a woman? A

a double standard she carried like

James didn’t

cabinet. He grabbed one half-finished vodka, unscrewed the cap, and