Penelope gave her a thumbs-up. Her grandmother was a true mastermind.
She eagerly pressed on, "And the second move?"
"The second move was becoming the mother of his child," Doris said with a sly smile. "Your grandfather was actually quite cunning. Even though he couldn't keep his hands off me, he never had any intention of marrying me. I knew he felt I wasn't pretty enough. Outside of the bedroom, he barely gave me the time of day. Worse, he wanted to use me for free. He had already applied for a transfer out of the city and brought his own protection every single time, always checking it carefully. But one time, he was in a rush and tossed it aside without thinking. I seized that exact moment... By the time he came back from his deployment, I was heavily pregnant. He had no choice but to marry me."
Penelope listened in absolute awe.
She stayed up late that night, unable to sleep. The thought of Quentin's broad, powerful physique sent a suffocating wave of desire through her.
She pulled out the medical report again. Once Quentin saw this, there was no way he would keep doting on Madeline.
-
Early the next morning.
Penelope couldn't hold back a second longer.
Tristan had warned her several times, but she completely ignored him.
The moment she spotted Quentin alone, she marched straight up to him.
She held out the report and shoved it toward him.
"This is about Madeline, Quentin. You shouldn't be kept in the dark. Take a good look."
Quentin's brow twitched. A look of profound disgust and annoyance crossed his face, but upon hearing it involved Madeline, he paused.
He reached out and took the paper.
Unfolding the document, his eyes scanned the text.
It was a female fertility assessment.
The details read:
Patient: Madeline Monroe.



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