And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 13

Actors? Gwendolyn struggled to speak, her voice laced with a hint of accusation, “Are all your businessmen so sly and cunning?”

Howard smoothed out a wrinkle on his pant leg and replied with a chuckle. “It’s all about playing the odds. All’s fair in love and war.”

It dawned on Gwendolyn that hiring a few actors wouldn’t cost much compared to the potential value of his project.

“Thank you,” she said sincerely. The simple thanks seemed to lift a weight off Howard’s shoulders.

Soon, they arrived at the hospital. Gwendolyn hustled about, arranging for the admission. Nicolette had worn herself out in her youth, and her vitality was now waning. Gwendolyn’s knowledge of herbal remedies wasn’t enough. They had to rely on the potent drugs of modern medicine to keep Nicolette going.

“Gwennie, I don’t want to stay in the hospital,” Nicolette’s frail hand clutched at Gwendolyn’s clothes, “I’ll be fine once I get back to the countryside.”

“That’s not an option. Grandma, you need to follow the doctor’s orders. They can treat your illness,” Gwendolyn insisted firmly. “I’ll go pay the bills. You just rest.”

She paused briefly as she passed by Howard but said nothing, continuing on towards the hospital ward.

“Mr. Chadwick, you’ve been such a help today.” Nicolette said, leaning against the soft pillow, her cloudy eyes filled with gratitude and humility.

Howard, seated in his wheelchair, spoke with his elegant hands folded over

dad early and her mother left her for a life of luxury. She got through school with the help of kind souls, always so considerate,” Nicolette

remembered how Gwendolyn didn’t seem so obliging when she was fussing

be tough, but if someone shows her a shred of kindness, she repays

to her words, Howard softly agreed.

once sterile and impersonal, came to

day with Nicolette, Gwendolyn and Howard

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Chapter 13

with its dim lighting, Howard broke the silence, “Do you stand by what you said earlier?” As he asked, a shimmer of hope flickered in his deep eyes. “About healing

make a vow, “I promise you I

time, Howard believed her. How could he not

is your teacher?” Howard had a hunch, but he wanted to hear it from her.

flushed her face as she explained, “I learned from my neighbor, Mr. White. He may not be as famous as Enoch White, but he taught me

had no idea she had apprenticed with a master healer, nor did she realize that Enoch had changed his