Chapter 510 – Finding the Secret Daddy for My Baby Novel

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Martha grew anxious after waiting for about twenty minutes, and she couldn’t help asking a servant, “Why hasn’t Arthur come down yet?”

“We’ve knocked on his door, Old Madam Weiss, but Young Master Weiss never answered us. So we assumed he’s still asleep.”

Seeing that time was running short, Martha decided to make a trip upstairs herself. After arriving on the third floor, she knocked on Arthur’s bedroom door. “Artie, wake up. It’s getting late.”

The door opened soon after, revealing a half-naked Arthur with a bathrobe wrapped around his waist and his hair dripping wet.

While the servant blushed, Martha frowned. “Artie put some clothes on. What is the meaning of this? You’re not a child anymore.”

“You go o ahead and have breakfast, Grandma. I’ll go down in a bit,” said Arthur to his grandmother.

“I’ll wait for you. We still have this bit of time. Hurry up and get dressed.” At that, Martha took another gander at him. Her grandson was indeed top-notch in every way.

A hint of a smile even escaped her lips as she turned around, and she involuntarily glanced at the room next door. “Have two people stay here and look after Miss Goodwin. She won’t be heading to the wedding venue, but make sure she’s well taken care of,” she instructed the servant, who nodded in acknowledgment. “Yes, ma’am.”

Sometime after all the servants on the third floor left, Arthur came out of his room in a white dress shirt and fitting suit pants. However, his necktie wasn’t tied up, and his hair was still damp. He was even buttoning up his sleeve while walking to Sophia’s room.

Sophia, tired and sleepy, was drifting into sleep when Arthur knocked on the door, causing her to sit up. It wasn’t until the knock came the second time that she was certain she hadn’t imagined it.

With that, she went to answer the door, only to find Arthur staring at her.

“Yes, Young Master Weiss?” Sophia looked back at him with disheveled hair and puffy eyes, leading Arthur to frown. “Did you not sleep last night?” Why does she look so haggard?

“Of course, I did!” lied Sophia, who actually felt light-headed and quite unwell.

Seeing that she looked awful, Arthur felt her forehead without thinking. The burning sensation caused him to hold his breath; she was feverish.

“You’re feverish. I’ll take you to the hospital,” said Arthur.

Having no clue of her fever, Sophia felt her forehead. The temperature is a little high, but it’s still alright. At that, she waved her hand. “It’s fine. It’s your wedding today. Surely you have a lot of things to do. Go on, get busy! I can take care of myself.”

With that, Sophia reached for the door to close it, but Arthur stopped the closing door somewhat assertively. To him, between a wedding and her fever, her fever was more important.

“Come with me.”

As uncomfortable as Sophia felt, she really didn’t want to affect his wedding, and for that, she took a step back. “Thanks but no thanks. I’ll ask a servant to take me there later.”

Just then, a servant rushed upstairs, announcing, “Young Master, Old Madam Weiss is still waiting for you to join her for breakfast. Time is running short, and you have to get to the chapel soon.”

However, Arthur didn’t respond to the servant but only latched his gaze on this stubborn young woman.

“Are you going to come with me?” he threatened.

Hearing that Martha was waiting for him downstairs, Sophia was now even more certain she didn’t want him to bother himself with this. Thus, she shook her head. “No, you go ahead.”

Arthur took a deep breath while sticking his tongue against his inner cheek. It was evident he was running out of patience and was even growing irritated.

“Fine, suit yourself.” Arthur had always been lofty. As if I have the bloody time to coax her. This girl asked for it!

With that, Arthur walked away. Meanwhile, Sophia fought back her tears as she watched him leave before finally closing the door quietly.

A sense of brokenness enveloped the brokenhearted woman as she stood in front of the window, basking in the morning sun.

Downstairs, Arthur joined his grandmother for breakfast. Martha, on the other hand, asked a series of questions only to discover Arthur hadn’t responded at all. His gaze was fixed upon a spot, and despite holding a spoon, he hadn’t taken a single bite for a long time, looking like he was deep in his own world.

“Artic, is something bothering you?”

“No, Grandma,” said Arthur as he came to himself.

“Eat up then. We’re running out of time now. We should get going soon,” Martha advised, leading Arthur to put his spoon down. “I’m done. Let’s go.”

With that, everyone traversed the hall to the parking lot, where dozens of black luxury cars lined up, and the extended Rolls-Royce would be the one Arthur would pick Emily up from the Jennings’ residence with.

“Artie, I’ll wait for you guys at the chapel. Hurry up and pick Emily up.”

“Okay.” Arthur nodded in acknowledgment.

With that, Martha entered the car. After Arthur watched the car drive away, a bodyguard beside him urged him to get into the car. “Young Master Weiss, please!”

Arthur held the car door but didn’t enter right away and instead looked to a window. After a moment of deliberation, he turned to the bodyguard. “Wait here.”

At that, he strode toward the hall.

Meanwhile, Sophia was curling up on the couch. She felt super uncomfortable with how her body temperature fluctuated drastically. It wasn’t surprising that she would be sick when she had sat on the couch the whole night, coupled with her horrible mood and state.

Her fever had rendered her in a state of stupor at this point. Just then, she heard someone coming through the door, and very quickly, a deep male voice followed. “Sophia.”

Sophia opened her eyes in response. Am I imagining this? Is Arthur actually squatting in front of me? But shouldn’t he be on his way to the chapel by now?

Looking at how Sophia hugged her arms, all curled up, her gaze unfocused, and in a horrible state, Arthur carried her into his arms.

At last, Sophia was wide awake. She opened her eyes, having trouble believing Arthur was really carrying her.

“Put me down.”

However, he paid no heed to her, carrying her downstairs and all the way to the extended Rolls-Royce. Right then, it looked as though she was the one Arthur was about to marry.

When Sophia realized where he was taking her, she couldn’t help crying out, “I can’t sit in that car, Arthur. Put me down!”

Has he gone crazy?! He’s supposed to pick Emily up in this car!

Arthur continued to disregard her as he put her in the spacious back seat next to him. “To the hospital,” said Arthur to the bodyguard aside, who was somewhat baffled.

“But Young Master, you’re supposed to pick Miss Jennings up.”

“Send another car over!” Arthur ordered before closing the door.

Meanwhile, Sophia felt somewhat woozy as she sat in the car and wanted to lean against something. Seeing her limp body. Arthur immediately stretched his arm and secured her to him.

“Arthur, this is wrong.” Sophia shoved him weakly, thinking she was about to make a dire mistake.

“You want me to leave you alone?” Arthur asked with a frown.

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