And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 18

Gwendolyn widened her eyes as she took in the array of antique syringes laid out before her, each one a collector’s item. Waldo rolled up Howard’s trouser leg. Selecting a lancet, he aimed for the critical pressure point just below the knee.

The needle pierced skin two inches!

He was about to plunge even deeper!

Beyond two inches, he’d hit an artery.

Bloodletting had its place, but Waldo’s timing was off, risking exacerbation of Howard’s condition.

A skilled physician could read the subtle shifts in a patient’s vital energies, relying on either years of experience or an innate gift. Gwendolyn possessed the latter, intuitively understanding. the ebb and flow of these forces.

“No, stop!” Gwendolyn protested, drawing varied expressions from the onlookers.

Waldo sneered, his voice tinged with contempt, “Is Mrs. Chadwick trying to school me? I’ve been practicing medicine for over forty years, young lady. When I first started, you were nowhere to be seen.”

Bainbridge sneered, “Afraid that if Howard gets better, he’ll leave you, country girl?”

off by shoving a tasty danish into her mouth, his cool fingertips brushing her lips. She bit down. The rich

it, tell me if it’s not

and untroubled, and she

behind Howard and don’t

said flatly.

confident, pushed the needle in two and a half inches and began to twist, widening the angle. Dark and clotted

triumph, “Mr.

difference between

Howard, quickly sign this Transfer of Project!” Bainbridge

14:17

the paper before Howard and handing ovet

this point, Howard had no other recourse.

to sign for

in her mouth losing its taste. She reached out, resting her hand on his arm, feeling both distressed and annoyed. She could heal him too. There was no need to give up

he trust

ignored her, took the pen, and signed his name

setting down the pen, Howard remained neutral. “Bainbridge, the project is yours. But the Peterson