Chapter 4

Jensen got along with the Fitzpatrick family’s youngest daughter, Serena, even better than I expected.

“Dad, Serena is teaching me how to read financial reports!”

Jensen had tried bringing company documents to Quinn before, but she would only respond impatiently.

“You’re not in good health and not very bright. You don’t need to concern yourself with such things. The eight of us will take care of Selway Group from now on. All you have to do is sit back and enjoy your life.”

Serena, however, set aside two hours every day to go over financial reports with Jensen, and his project analyses became more and more impressive.

When Jensen called me to say he was planning to get married, he spent a long while blushing and hesitating before finally telling me that Serena was nearly three months pregnant.

I held the phone and laughed for quite a while, then had my staff begin preparing for the wedding.

Meanwhile, Quinn and the others were still waiting for me to back down.

When the eight of them were first thrown out, they used their remaining savings to rent a luxury riverfront apartment for more than 100,000 dollars a month.

Joshua booked Quinn a stay at a postpartum care center for 188,000 dollars and spent another 60,000 dollars on a professional pregnancy photo shoot.

The photos showed all eight women gathered around Joshua, with Quinn nestled in his arms, her pregnant belly on full display.

The caption read: Money can buy you plenty of things, but it can’t buy the genuine love of eight women.

A month later, they could no longer afford the rent.

Two months later, the postpartum care center sent all of Quinn’s belongings back.

The eight women, once pampered young ladies of the Selway family with someone to arrange everything for them, even their meals, began delivering food, hauling goods, and picking up temporary shifts at hotels.

They could not bear to let Joshua suffer, so even Quinn, despite her advanced pregnancy, went out to work.

But Quinn had grown accustomed to imported supplements, and once they ran out of money, she began putting off even her routine prenatal checkups. By the seventh month of pregnancy, her belly had grown large, while her face grew increasingly gaunt.

Little did I expect that the next time I would see them would be at Jensen’s wedding.

Quinn was heavily pregnant, dressed in a server’s uniform and carrying a tray.

When she saw me, she handed the tray to a coworker and lowered her head to straighten her tie.

“Dad, have you come to take me home?”

Mandy and the others, who were also dressed in server uniforms, gathered around her.

“Quinn, I told you ages ago that Dad wouldn’t hold out for long.”

A smug look crept into Quinn’s eyes when she heard that.

“Since you’ve come all the way here to bring me home yourself, I won’t make things difficult for you.

“Give me back my house, car, and position, publicly acknowledge me as the Selway family’s eldest daughter, and give the baby I’m carrying ten percent of the company’s shares. Then, I’ll come home.”

Joshua walked over, carrying a boxed meal that cost a little more than ten dollars. When he saw me, his voice came out hoarse.

“Mr. Selway, Quinn has suffered so much these past few months. She’s even scraped up her hands. Doesn’t it break your heart to see your daughter reduced to this?”

Quinn gave him a gentle smile.

“That’s enough, Joshua. The fact that Dad came all the way to the hotel himself means he’s already swallowing his pride.”

As the staff around them began looking over, Quinn only raised her voice.

“Dad, you’re getting older. You should stop pushing yourself. Joshua was never going to live a long life. I’m the only one who can take care of you in your old age and give the Selway family an heir.”

She pulled Joshua into her arms and wiped away his tears.

“Joshua has suffered a lot these past few months. Give me back my house and position, then apologize to him in front of everyone, and I’ll let bygones be—”

I cut her off coldly. “Quinn, open your eyes and take a good look at who’s getting married today.”

At that moment, the LED screen on the stage, stretching over a hundred feet across, lit up with the words: Serena Fitzpatrick and Jensen Selway’s Wedding Celebration.

Quinn turned, and the smugness instantly vanished from her face.

Music began to play, and the ballroom doors opened.

Jensen entered in a crisp white suit, holding Serena’s hand as she walked beside him in her wedding dress. Serena’s slightly rounded belly already showed her pregnancy.

As Quinn stared at Serena’s belly, the color slowly drained from her face.

She pushed through the crowd, rushed over, and grabbed Jensen’s hand, her eyes red-rimmed.

“Jensen, is she carrying your child?”