Standing by the door was Gwendolyn. She wore a gentle smile in spite of the fact that her chest rose and fell continuously—obvious signs she came over in a hurry.

Her sudden appearance stunned Valentino, but he said nothing in response.

David, on the other hand, immediately came to his senses and approached his father, pleading, “Dad, Ms. Harris is involved in this. Why don’t we hear her out? Maybe there’s more to this.”

Gwendolyn’s eyes crinkled in a sweet way, making an expression that many elders would find endearing.

After exchanging glances with her, Valentino agreed to stay.

Meanwhile, Cedrick, who was still kneeling in the middle of the ancestral hall, was uncertain whether he could survive the punishment.

He was focused on preparing himself for the excruciating pain his back would receive, so much so that he did not hear Gwendolyn’s voice at the door.

To his surprise, what fell on him after a long while were the shirt and coat he had removed earlier instead of the vicious whip.

A woman’s slender yet warm fingers could then be seen pulling the clothing tightly over his shoulders and covering his honey-colored muscular body.

Snapping out of his daze, Cedrick looked up and turned around to meet Gwendolyn’s starry gaze that was filled with displeasure.

“Why are you here?”

Swallowing her frustration, she helped him up and questioned, “Were you going to keep me in the dark like what you did in Fairlake if I didn’t show up?”

Cedrick hung his head in guilt, not knowing how to explain his intentions.

He just did not want her to worry.

would be settled

trouble when she already had enough on her plate

scolded him softly, “I can give you all the beating you want if you like getting beaten up that

kept his head hung low in

his waist hard.

sharply and furrow his

on,” urged Gwendolyn. As she massaged the affected area, she threw him a warning look as if to

Valentino’s heart. In

plan to explain the

fished out a test result from her bag and said, “I think

Logan quickly took the paper from Gwendolyn and handed it

on his reading glasses and pored over the contents. Tears began welling up in his eyes as a look of surprise appeared

you have not one, but

unmistakable,

minutes ago vanished the

in, “You’re incredible, Mr. Cedrick! Old Mr. Jenson, you’ll

Old Mr. Jenson! You’re so lucky! Soon, you’ll have four generations living

great blessings to

Cedrick an approving look,

unharmed. Worked up over the mere idea of it, the former rose to his feet and said, “Ms. Harris’ pregnancy is definitely something worth celebrating, but that’s a completely different matter. If Cedrick gives her Jenson

to Gwendolyn. The Harris residence is her home. There’s no telling if she’ll give them to

finished, the atmosphere in the ancestral hall

the words

Harrick Villa is the only home I have now. What other home do

countenance, Cedrick hurriedly placed his

current priority was to deal with the matter at hand. Putting away her complicated emotions, she turned to Valentino and explained somberly, “Old Mr. Jenson, I’m actually here to talk about the shares. It is true that Ceddy gave them to me. Although he wouldn’t take them back, I have the right to determine their distribution. So, I’m planning to come up with an agreement. All the shares I have in Jenson Group will be distributed equally to my

the Jensons’ surname. By giving them

if the shares were given to

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