Chapter 209


    Maisy feared that Janine might know something and might have spilled the beans to


    Sadie


    “Janine didn’t say a word. How rude! She’s just an uncultured swine in the sticks.”


    Sadie fumed.


    “Mom, don’t get mad. She hasn’t been in Jipsburg for long. She’s still rough around the edges. It’s


    not worth it to get upset over her,” Maisy said.


    Maisy was relieved that she hadn’t been raised by Janine. Otherwise, she would have likely been


    the same country bumpkin type that Sadie looked down on.


    Sadie took a deep breath. “Alright. If Mr. Martin doesn’t like you, it’s his loss.


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    “Our family is going through a tough time now. We need toe up with a n as soon as


    possible. Charles is practically living at the office, and your dad is so


    stressed that his hair is turning white.”


    “I understand, Mom.”


    “And Maisy, have you checked in with the hospital about your health? Skr is heartless! How


    could she refuse to donate blood for you? She should at least do it


    for herself,” Sadie seethed.


    Skr consumed her thoughts, fueling her anger.


    A few days ago, Sadie might have felt a hint of guilt toward Skr. But now, she was


    confident that Skr was nothing but trouble.


    The only daughter she acknowledged now was Maisy.


    “She probably won’t donate blood to me anymore,” Maisy said, biting her lip.


    Once, she had been confident that Skr wouldn’t dare defy her because of the need


    to appease the Williams family. But now…


    “I’m sure she will. She’lle crawling back. And when she does, she won’t have at choice but to


    comply,” Sadie dered confidently.


    Sadie was confident that Skr’s rtionship as a mistress wouldn’tst and that she would soon


    be cast aside.


    Sadie felt disgusted at the thought of having a daughter who was a forsaken sugar baby.


    The hospital was quiet in the morning.


    Edgar had arranged an appointment for Skr and Joe at a discreet private hospital known for


    catering to celebrities and dignitaries.


    Skr and Joe underwent a series of tests and then waited for the results. Skr had taken the day


    off, and Joe had cleared his schedule, so they went to a nearby restaurant for lunch.


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    They chose a small private room and ordered fondue. Skr specifically requested a pot with both


    cheese and broth.


    “Is this all you’re getting?” Skr eyed Joe’s choices–bread, vegetables, beef, and pasta. She


    thought fondue with little varietycked soul.


    “Mind if I order some sausage and seafood?” Skr asked, salivating over the menu. Fondue was


    Skr’s favorite, especially with a mix of vors.


    Joe looked every bit the corporate elite in his sleek suit, and his choices reflected


    that. Skr doubted that he indulged in fondue often…


    “You can choose. Order whatever you like,” Joe replied.


    With that, Skr ordered everything she craved, knowing she could eat two to three times her usual


    amount when it came to fondue.


    As the dishes arrived, Skr noticed that Joe had barely touched the cheese dip. He hadn’t even


    used the different sauces.


    She nced at Joe before feasting on her seafood tter of prawns, lobsters, crab, and more.


    All of a sudden, Joe said, “Maybe we should ask the doctorter if it’s safe to eat seafood while


    we’re trying to conceive.”