Chapter 1339
He’s got none, and that family’s got five!
In high society, money’s never the problem-more kids means a bigger, stronger legacy. The more the merrier, right?
The Huber family had long given up hoping Keaton would ever settle down, let alone have kids. If he ever actually tied the knot, they’d be thanking their lucky stars. But what if… just what if p>
What if Winona and Keaton actually got together? What if there was a baby by next year?
Lord, the entire Huber household would be grinning in their sleep every night.
Richard and Janelle would probably go door to door, passing out cigars and announcing to anyone who’d listen that they finally had their first grandchild! “Ms. Newsom, Ms. Newsom! You can leave the car right there p>
The security guard, waiting by the back door, had clearly been tipped off. The moment he saw Winona, he lit up like someone spotting their favorite daughter-in- law.
He rushed over, waving her into a parking spot.
Winona eased her sports car to a stop, killed the engine, and stepped out.
Suddenly, she was surrounded by Huber staff-security, housekeepers, even a gardener or two. One grabbed her purse, another took her takeout bag.
“Careful, ma’am, watch your step!” they chorused, fussing over her like she was royalty.
Winona was baffled. The Huber staff was treating her like she was already Mrs. Huber-scratch that, like she was a pregnant Mrs. Huber!
Winona just assumed they were this welcoming to everyone. She didn’t overthink
it.
“Did you guys check on him? How’s he doing now?” she asked.
At her words, the staff practically teared up.
“Ms. Newsom, you’re so kind. Please, try and talk some sense into our young master. Mrs. Huber brought him dinner earlier, but he wouldn’t touch a single bite p>
“He hasn’t eaten or drunk anything all day, we’re really worried about him p>
“And his wounds-he won’t let the doctor change his bandages either. Honestly, we don’t even know who he’s mad at p>
“Not even an hour ago, Mr. and Mrs. Huber had another shouting match. It got ugly p>
“If Mrs. Huber hadn’t stepped in, Mr. Huber was ready to toss him out on his ear p>
Winona’s eyes widened. “Toss him out? Seriously p>
“Yep. Mr. Huber said he was done with him p>
Winona: p>
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A housekeeper led her to the family chapel-a stern, old building at the edge of the estate.
“Ms. Newsom, please go on in. We have to wait outside, but if you just cross the yard, you’ll see the main doors-they’re open. The young master’s inside p>
Winona nodded. “Let me know if anyone’s coming, okay p>
She and Keaton were innocent, sure, but still-alone together this late at night, in a place like this… people talk.
The guard caught her meaning. “Don’t worry, ma’am. We’ll keep watch. If anyone heads this way, we’ll let you know right away p>
“Thanks, you guys. I appreciate it p>
Winona adjusted her Hermès bag, steadied herself in her heels, and carried the takeout into the chapel.
It was already dark outside; the yard was dimly lit by a few old-fashioned lanterns. The shadows made the chapel feel even more solemn.
Winona took a deep breath and marched up to the heavy doors.
They were open. She stepped inside.
The Huber family chapel was huge-just the first floor alone felt like it could fit a basketball court The
Hubers were one of Jindafe
City’s oldest families, so their family tree had plenty of branches.
All along the walls were memorial plaques for the Huber ancestors, each one
neatly arranged with offerings and candles.
And there, in the flickering candlelight, was Keaton.
He was supposed to be kneeling in penance, but after the beating he’d taken, that
was impossible.
His back and legs were so bruised
up, he couldn’t kneel or lie on his back so he was sprawled out on his stomach on a hard wooden cot, looking absolutely miserable.
When he saw Winona, he looked totally bewildered. “What are you doing here p>
Winona didn’t answer. She slipped off her sunglasses, then politely bowed three times to the Huber ancestors.
Only then did she turn and walk toward Keaton.
There were no bright lights in the chapel, just the soft glow of candles. As she approached, she noticed a narrow, rickety little cot pushed up against the wall-maybe four feet wide at most.
Keaton was lying face down on it, a thin blanket draped over him, eyeing her suspiciously.
“I asked you a question—what are you doing here p>