All Chapters of Bearing Triplets After Forced Marriage: Chapter 641 - Chapter 650

Mrs. Ashford was unaware of Malcolm’s background, but Gordon Ashford, her husband, knew exactly who he was. Malcolm was once the most powerful man in Dynastia—a man who had reportedly passed away in his prime, leaving everyone who knew of him in deep regret."You... you are Malcolm?" Gordon looked at him in shock. He and his wife had been missing for years; everyone assumed they were dead. They were still alive? And they were Amanda’s parents?Malcolm looked at Mrs. Ashford with a sneer. "Putting aside the fact that the Reed family of Dynastia is countless times wealthier than your Ashford family, even my current personal wealth is greater than yours. Just who do you think you’re looking down on?"Mrs. Ashford opened her mouth, but no words came out. She knew exactly what kind of entity the Reed family was. She never imagined Amanda would be one of them."Regardless, I want my grandson!" Mrs. Ashford had always been a woman of means. If Amanda wouldn't give him up, she could just try

Gilbert said fearfully, "Dad, except for Mom and Amanda, all women are tigers. Can I just stay single?"Malcolm: "..." His eye twitched slightly.He advised earnestly, "Son, it's fine to say that in front of me, but if you say that in front of women, you'll incite public outrage."Malcolm began to reflect on where his teachings had gone wrong. How did his son develop such a fear of marriage? Didn't he see how loving he and his wife were?*Goodness, what are kids thinking these days?**Ding-dong...*The doorbell rang, and Malcolm went to answer it. Standing outside was Francis.He asked, "Mr. Parker, can I help you?"Francis gave a bright, friendly smile. "Uncle, please call me Francis. They’ve sent some oranges from my hometown, so I brought some over. Amanda loves them."Malcolm replied politely, "That’s very kind of you, always keeping our Amanda in mind. Thank you!"*This kid is being a bit too obvious,* Malcolm thought. His daughter was indeed beautiful, but she was also very marr

Amanda swung the door open. Standing on the threshold was a delivery courier, shifting his weight."Morning, Ma'am. Delivery for the Schmidt residence? Phone ending in 8888?"Amanda’s eyes narrowed slightly. *8888.* That was Benjamin’s personal tail number. "That’s us," she said, her voice clipped. "I’ll take it. Thanks."She closed the door just as her mother, Irene, bustled out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on an apron. "Amanda, is little Charles awake yet? Breakfast is ready." There was a genuine glow of happiness on her face, the picture of domestic peace.Amanda forced a smile. "Not yet, Mom. I’m heading upstairs for a second. I’ll be right down.""Good, good. And tell Benjamin to hurry. Food’s best when it’s hot!"Upstairs, Amanda stepped into their suite just as Benjamin emerged from the bathroom, steam still clinging to his skin. She held up the delivery bag like a trophy. "Your 'Little Darling' sent over your favorite—cumin steak. Enjoy your meal."Benjamin didn't even loo

Benjamin shook his head, his voice tinged with the unmistakable, bitter tang of jealousy. "I don’t know."Amanda was floored. Who would send *her* roses? Her mind raced, landing on a familiar name. She looked at Claire. "Is Patrick back?"The second the words left her mouth, she regretted them. Why had she brought him up in front of Claire?Claire, however, remained perfectly composed. "No. He’s in the neighboring city today for business. He mentioned wanting to get everyone together for dinner, but Cindy is still away on her trip.""Then who is it?" Amanda muttered, her confusion deepening.Benjamin’s sharp eyes caught a glimpse of a sophisticated card tucked deep within the petals. He pulled it out and flipped it open. Inside, written in impeccable, elegant calligraphy, was a short message:> *Amanda, I know how much you love roses. Seeing you hold them makes you look truly breathtaking. I love you. — Mr. W.*Benjamin: "..."Amanda: "..." *Mr. W?*They locked eyes, Benjamin’s gaze s

Gilbert had only walked a few paces before he realized Calvin wasn’t following.He turned back to find Calvin standing in the sunlight, eyes downcast, staring blankly at the pavement. He looked lost in a haze of unreadable emotions—part sorrow, part simmering rage."Brother? Let’s go. I thought you were starving."Calvin snapped back to reality at the sound of Gilbert’s voice. He forced a smile. "Gilbert. What are you in the mood for? My treat."Gilbert grinned. "Let’s do hotpot. The weather isn't too hot for it yet. After that, I’ll hit the market and grab some fruit to drop off at my Amanda's place.""Sounds like a plan," Calvin replied.---After lunch, Benjamin drove Amanda back. As they pulled up to the Phoenix Gallery, he couldn't help but ask, "Wife, aren't you going to check in at the design department?"Amanda gave him a bright smile. "No. The manager I promoted is more than capable. I’m going to stay in the studio and focus on the next set of sketches. Terry is coming back t