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    Greg caught a glimpse of Dailey about to follow him into the bathroom and quickly barred his way, "Sorry, mate, I''m a married man. Can''t let you in on the show."


    Dailey gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his irritation, but failed miserably. "Get lost, as if I''m dying to see anything. Like you''re the only one with a wife."


    "At least mine''s official. What about yours?"


    Dailey clenched his jaw in silence.


    Greg dragged out his words mockingly, "Yours might not even count as legal."


    With a huff of anger, Dailey mmed the bathroom door shut.


    He decided to call Christine to check on things.


    Meanwhile, Jane returned from the hospital cafeteria with breakfast, overhearing Christine on the phone.


    "I''m fine, don''t worry about me. Jane''s taking good care of me. No more dizziness or nausea. A few more IV drips today and I should be out of here." Jane shot her a knowing look but kept silent.


    Christine, wary of saying too much, quickly ended the call. "I''m starving. Let''s eat."


    Dailey didn''t even get a chance to respond before hearing the click of the phone hanging up.Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.


    He knew all too well what that meant.


    Feeling uneasy, he realized he needed to expedite his own ns.


    "Did you ask Dr. Andrews?"


    Dailey stepped into the bathroom just as Greg was stepping out.


    Greg raised an eyebrow and wrapped a towel around himself, remaining silent.


    Dailey couldn''t help butugh in frustration. "Seriously, what''s the difference between us? Why are you acting like a prude, afraid of a little nce?" Greg continued to brush his teeth in silence.


    Dailey was fed up with Greg''s stubbornness but knew he still needed his help.


    "Please, just tell me."


    After shaving and washing his face, Greg finally spoke up. "Grab me some clothes."


    Dailey clenched his teeth in annoyance but fetched the clothes anyway.


    Greg didn''t move until Dailey turned away, muttering, "Drama queen."


    Dressed and ready, Greg strode past Dailey, who clenched his jaw in frustration.


    Catching up, Dailey blocked Greg''s path. "Don''t push it."


    Greg calmly responded, "Dr. Andrews said it''ll be at least two and a half months."


    "That leaves us with just over a month. Too much can change."


    "It''s up to you to speed things up."


    If they could ess the surveince footage from that night, it might not prove the


    e the paternity of the child but at least they''d have some evidence


    to


    with.


    "I''m trying," Dailey pressed his temples, "But she''s cautious. It won''t be easy."


    Greg was unsympathetic. "That''s your own fault."


    "You let your guard down with Christine, looking for a good time."


    Dailey regretted it, never having suspected Nelly could be capable of such deceit.


    "Have you found anything on your end? Like how she teamed up with Merritt?"


    Greg gestured towards the door, "Let''s eat. I''ve been cooped up in the car all night."


    Dailey stepped aside, and they headed downstairs together.


    At the dining table, the rkson family was already seated.


    Greg didn''t hesitate, pulling up a chair across from Caldwell and diving into his meal.


    Dailey sat beside him, about to join


    in, when his mother spoke up, "Take some food


    up to Nelly. She''s ake


    bedriddentely."


    Dailey wanted Abigail to do it, but Jane


    Caixoted, "You should


    can''t rule out the child being yet."


    go. We


    Dailey wanted to argue but relented after a nudge from Greg.


    He took the tray from Abigail and headed upstairs.


    Nelly''s room door was ajar, the maid just finishing up.


    "Master Dailey."


    "Right."