And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 100

Jimmy was drunk, and his words lost their usual filter.

The crowd erupted in raucous laughter.

At that, with a look of fury, Valor slammed his glass down on the floor with a resounding crash.

The amber liquid and shards of glass splattered everywhere.

“Jimmy! Shut the hell up. Watch your damn mouth!” Valor stood up, his face flushed with anger, and knocked over the pyramid of champagne flutes on the table.

Clink, crash, bang!

Dozens of glasses toppled to the floor.

“Valor, have you lost your freaking mind! Can’t you see you’re nothing but Howard’s. lapdog? He’s fallen from grace, and you’re the only one upset, still singing his praises on Facebook!” Jimmy howled with derision.

Valor grabbed him by the collar and landed a solid punch to his face. “Dwarf, who are you calling a lapdog? Repeat it. I dare you!”

“Valor, you’re out of your mind!” Standing at five–foot–three, Jimmy had been mockingly nicknamed ‘dwarf, which drove him mad every time he heard it.

The two quickly came to blows, with Valor delivering punch after punch, his rage unmistakable. Jimmy stood no chance against him.

From the sidelines, Bainbridge watched the spectacle with an evil grin. “Someone knocks Valor down a peg, then toss him out! He’s been off my team for a while now.”

His cronies rolled up their sleeves and descended upon Valor, pummeling him with fists.

and feet.

“Don’t kill the guy,” someone off–handedly remarked.

Bainbridge and Vivien, arm in arm, sipped on their red wine.

Vivien said, “Just the booze–talking and young folks sorting out their troubles. Not our place to step in.”

Roughed up and dragged, Valor was thrown out the door.

The grand entrance of the banquet hall slowly closed before him.

“Coward! Fool!” Valor shouted, his face swollen and bruised, cursing at the closed doors, “You just wait until Howard returns. He’ll make you pay.”

Fumbling for his phone, he called Howard, his eyes welling up as the call connected.

Howard, they’ve done me wrong!” he sobbed, They’re calling you a coward, a washed–up has–been. I was the only one defending you, and they beat me for It.”

In his room, seated in a wheelchair, Howard relaxed, switching the call on speaker.

“Who beat you?” he inquired calmly.

With tears streaming down his face, Valor replied pitifully, “Bainbridge’s goons. There were too many to remember. They nearly killed me.”

In a threatening tone, Valor blurted out, “You planning revenge? If you don’t spill it, I’ll go find a woman, and soon the whole town will know I’ve still got it!”

Howard responded coldly, “Then go find one.”

“You’re threatening me! What, you’ll castrate me if I do!” Valor cried in pain, gasping for air. between sobs.

“Goodbye,” Howard said curtly and ended the call.

Gwendolyn covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. “Mr. Peterson is such a character.” She set her suitcase aside. “Mr. Chadwick, I’ve packed everything. We’ll head back to Bayridge City in the morning.”

She also packed a box of medical textbooks with her.

Finally, she pulled out a bottle from the bottom shelf of the bookcase. “Mr. Chadwick, I promised you this. Back in the countryside, I’ll let you get a taste of this tonic.”

Howard’s gaze darkened as he looked at her. “Are you sure?”

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After half a month of medicinal baths, his complexion had improved significantly. Logically, it was time for his legs to attempt standing again..

“We’ll save the tonic for when we return to Bayridge City,” he said indifferently. “Gwendolyn, I have something for you.”

Gwendolyn watched, her face flushing with heat, as his hand reached under the pillow.

In her mind, the images of “happy wife, happy life” and “pleasing your wife is an art” surfaced, leaving her in a flustered state.