Skipped at the altar, Taken by his uncle Novel

Chapter 192 Chapter 192 ITEA Whitney, to her own surprise, felt a sudden sense of relief. "Honey, don't get too anxious. Let's just go with the flow, alright?" she said. Klein nodded. He realized he indeed had been a bit too impatient. That day, Dustin teased him, saying that he'd literally be an old man when his daughter grew up. Klein was so pissed he gave Dustin the silent treatment for two days straight. He was thirty-four now. Even if everything went perfectly, he probably wouldn't have a kid until he was thirty-five or thirty- six.

By the time his daughter turned twenty-four, he'd be sixty. He couldn't help but wonder if his daughter would think he was too old. For the first time in his life, Klein felt a wave of anxiety wash over him. Dustin had lit the fuse and then just walked away, leaving Klein to stew in his own thoughts. But for the following three days straight, Dustin kept receiving caring messages from Klein. [Reasons Why Having a Son Is the Best.] [Bring on the Sons!

Give Me All the Sons!] [Round Belly, Pointy Belly, Sometimes It's Just Wrong!] Dustin just wiped his screen clean and deleted every single message. No way was he falling for that. He wouldn't even click on them! Lena and Whitney had no idea about the silly rivalry brewing between those two. The next day, Whitney showed up in court on behalf of the victim. The defendant, meanwhile, seemed completely unfazed.

After a heated round of arguments in court, Whitney thought to herself, Having a daughter really does take twice the energy compared to raising a son.' She would have to make sure her daughter grew up with the right values and plenty of love, so she wouldn't just run off with the first man who snapped his fingers. "Ms. Brooke, let's wait and see what the verdict is after the first trial," Whitney said. "Thank you, Ms. Moore. Do you think we have a good chance of winning?" Ms. Brooke asked. Whitney smiled. "It's up to how the judge sees it.

We've given all the evidence we could, and that surveillance footage really works in our favor." "Don't stress too much. Take your daughter out, let her relax a bit. No matter what, help her find her way forward," Whitney added. Ms. Brooke brushed away her tears. "Alright, we will. Thank you, Ms. Moore, Ms. Geller" 16:33 Thu, Jan 1ế Gi Chapter 192 Whitney had no clue what was going on between Riley and her daughter, and she knew better than to ask too many questions. It was Riley's privacy after all. For the first time, Whitney especially hoped they'd win this case.

If that punk ended up behind bars, maybe Riley's daughter would finally see things for what they really were. These past few weeks at Harris Manor, things had been pretty peaceful. Sabrina hadn't been throwing any shade either, and everyone was just getting along. One day, as Whitney walked past the storage room, she happened to overhear two maids gossiping. "Poor Cupcake, getting sick out of nowhere like this. He's so little, and he's cried so much that her voice is hoarse. I feel so bad for him," one maid sighed. "Didn't they say it was just a cold?

Kids under three are always catching something. My grandson's the same. Just a little breeze and he's coughing," the other maid said. "Oh, please. He wouldn't even be sick if his mother wasn't so reckless. Who takes a baby that small out on the balcony to catch the wind? Seriously, what was she thinking? Sometimes I wonder if Cupcake is even her own kid," the first maid whispered. The maids' gossip got Whitney wondering if something was up. 'Could Cupcake really not be Emily's biological child?' Whitney thought. But Whitney had seen Emily's baby bump with her own eyes.

No way she could have faked that. Besides, there were always people keeping an eye on her. Whitney didn't take it to heart. But three days later, while Whitney was chilling in a café, she caught sight of Emily, masked up, at the street corner, caught up in some heated exchange with a foreign man. Whitney couldn't really see Emily's face, but from the foreigner's body language, he was clearly pissed off. Eventually, Emily hailed a taxi and left. The foreigner, still fuming, started kicking the trash can next to him, over and over.

Whitney squinted suspiciously and snapped a quick pic on her phone. [Honey, can you help me find out who this man is?] Not long after, Klein called her. "Who is that guy? Why do you want to look into him? Did he bother you or something?" Klein fired off, sounding all jealous and protective. Whitney couldn't help but laugh, amused by how dramatic Klein was being. "Come on, what are you thinking? I just need to look into someone for a case. If you can't help, I'll ask someone else," Whitney baited him, deliberately trying to rile him up.

16:33 Thu, Jan 1 M Chapter 192 Men just couldn't stand being baited. "I can do it. Don't go asking anyone else, baby. From now on, you come straight to me," Klein said, sounding all possessive. Whitney let out a chuckle. "Way to go, Mr. Reliable." It had been exactly a month since the last court session, and the verdict finally came in. Whitney was more than satisfied with the outcome. Cases like this, alcohol-fueled assaults where the woman was too drunk to resist, always made it tough to prove whether it was really against her will. Good thing there was surveillance footage to back it up.

The client, who was on a trip, was thrilled when she heard the news. "Thank you so much, Ms. Moore. I really can't thank you enough!" she said, her voice full of gratitude. Whitney smiled. "You're welcome. It's what I'm here for, really. The other side might still appeal, so just wait for the notice. For now, go have some fun." That was the first bit of good news Whitney got today. The second bit of good news was that Riley and her daughter had patched things up. Her daughter had only just started dating that guy, and he got caught up in legal trouble before anything could really happen.

Honestly, Was a blessing in disguise. Ivan and Riley invited Whitney out for dinner. "Thank you, Whitney," Riley said earnestly. Whitney quickly waved her off. "Come on, Riley, you're making it sound way too serious. I didn't really do much, and honestly, I got some solid criminal defense experience out of it. If anything, I should be thanking you!" Ivan chuckled. "Alright, enough with the thank-yous! I've told you, you don't need to be so polite with my apprentice." Whitney gasped as she suddenly spotted the rings on their fingers.

"Wait, Boss, does this mean...?" Ivan held Riley's hand and said proudly, "Yes, we got married!" Whitney was genuinely thrilled for them. Her nose stung a little with emotion. "Congratulations, Boss, Riley! Boss, you finally tied the knot, about time you settled down!" Ivan frowned, thinking, 'Why does it sound like I couldn't get married all this time?' "Hey, watch your mouth! I'm still a hot commodity, you know," he said, trying to sound all confident. Men and their egos, age doesn't change a thing. Whitney just kept quiet.

With Ivan being such a classic straight guy, Townsend had tried setting him up with a ton of dates, but he'd managed to scare every single one of them off. Obviously, she wasn't about to embarrass him in public. "Oh, totally, Riley! Boss's basically the heartthrob of the legal world, the most sought-after bachelor in the business. People used to show up at the firm just to confess their love to him. Seriously, every girl wanted a piece of him!" Whitney joked. Ivan scratched his head awkwardly, looking a bit sheepish. "Let's keep it real, okay? Don't blow it out of proportion.

It just 16:33 Chapter 192 sounds fake." Jan 057 20 Voda irits Riley waved it off with a gentle smile. "It's fine. What I like about Ivan is that he genuine. A little awkward with words is actually kind of endearing. At least he's not the type to play games. Whitney held back her laughter and stopped with the teasing. When Whitney got home, she hadn't even had a chance to share the good news with Klein before he shot her a message with all the details he'd uncovered. Just as Whitney suspected, that foreign man and Emily had once lived in the same state.

"Klein, don't you think..." Whitney started, her voice trailing off. Klein raised his eyebrows. "Think what?" Whitney looked curious. "Don't you think Cupcake, Carter and Emily's son, looks a lot like this guy?" Klein took the photo, studying it for a few minutes as he tried to recall Cupcake's face. He rubbed his chin. "Yeah, they really do look alike." "Yeah, they really do!" Whitney said. 'If this turns out to be true, Carter would be a cuckcold, Whitney thought, half amused, half shocked.

***** Lately, Cupcake kept coming down with fevers, and Sabrina just couldn't stand seeing him suffer. "Do you even know how to take care of a kid? Why is Cupcake always getting sick?" Sabrina lashed out at the nanny. Sabrina was pissed off. The nanny had finally reached her limit. The pay was good, sure, but she was always getting yelled at for everything and had to take the blame for stuff that wasn't her fault. "Mrs. Harris, I really don't like hearing that. Everyone knows how much I care about Cupcake. But honestly, Ms.

Miller keeps taking him out on the balcony in the wind, and then she's taking a bunch of pictures with him. Who does that as a mom? Of course the poor kid keeps getting sick!" She almost said outright that Emily was just using Cupcake as a way to show off. Just scroll through her social media, every post was her showing off Cupcake or posing with him, trying so hard to look like she was the world's best mom. Sabrina furrowed her brows and shot Emily a look. "Is what she said true?" Emily's face turned pale. "No way! Mom, don't listen to her. She's totally making it up.

And she's got sticky fingers, too. Just the other day, I found my bracelet missing!" The nanny was so mad that she could've clawed Emily's face off, "You're making stuff up about me! Go ahead, check the cameras! I didn't steal a thing. I didn't take anything! Why are you trying to pin this on me?" the nanny snapped. Emily didn't want to make a scene. She didn't even bother looking at the nanny. She turned straight to her mom. "Mom, just let her go. I'm not sticking around to be blamed by a nanny." 16:33 Chapter 192 Jan Sabrina was clearly fed up. "Alright, whatever.

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