Chapter 209

Maisy feared Janine might have told Sadie something.

"Janine didn't say a word. How rude! She's just an uncultured swine," Sadie fumed.

"Mom, don't get mad. She hasn't been in Jipsburg long. She's still rough around the edges. It's not worth it," Maisy said. She was relieved she hadn't been raised by Janine; otherwise, she might have been the same type of country bumpkin Sadie despised.

Sadie took a deep breath. "Alright. If Mr. Martin doesn't like you, it's his loss. We're going through a tough time. We need a plan. Charles is practically living at the office, and your dad is so stressed his hair is turning white."

"I understand, Mom."

"And Maisy, have you checked with the hospital about your health? Skylar is heartless! How could she refuse to donate blood? She should at least do it for herself!" Sadie seethed, her anger fueled by thoughts of Skylar.

A few days ago, Sadie might have felt guilty toward Skylar, but now she was confident Skylar was trouble. Maisy was her only acknowledged daughter now.

"She probably won't donate blood anymore," Maisy said, biting her lip. She'd once been confident Skylar wouldn't dare defy her to appease the Williams family, but now…

"I'm sure she will. She'll come crawling back, and she'll have no choice but to comply," Sadie declared confidently, believing Skylar's relationship as a mistress wouldn't last. The thought of Skylar as a "forsaken sugar baby" disgusted her.

The hospital was quiet that morning. Edgar had arranged a discreet appointment for Skylar and Joe at a private hospital known for its celebrity clientele. They underwent tests and then, having both taken the day off, went to a nearby restaurant for lunch.

They chose a small private room and ordered fondue. Skylar specifically requested a pot with both cheese and broth.

"Is this all you're getting?" Skylar eyed Joe's order—bread, vegetables, beef, and pasta. She thought it lacked variety.

"Mind if I order some sausage and seafood?" Skylar asked, already salivating. Fondue was her favorite, especially with a mix of flavors.

Joe, impeccably dressed in a sleek suit, seemed unlikely to be a frequent fondue enthusiast.

"You can choose. Order whatever you like," Joe replied.

Skylar ordered everything she craved, knowing she could easily eat a large amount.

As the dishes arrived, Skylar noticed Joe had barely touched the cheese dip or sauces. She glanced at him before feasting on her seafood platter.

Suddenly, Joe said, "Maybe we should ask the doctor later if it's safe to eat seafood while we're trying to conceive."