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?”

explanation, but Howard cut her off by shoving a tasty danish into her mouth, his cool fingertips brushing her lips. She bit down. The rich and flavorful filling spilled over her taste buds.

dinners. Try it, tell me if it’s not delicious,” Howard said calmly, wiping his greasy

eyes with him, his gaze steady and untroubled, and she remembered

stand behind Howard and don’t

Waldo, continue,” Howard said flatly. “She’s young and worries

a half inches and began to twist, widening the angle. Dark and clotted blood

beat!” His eyes gleamed with triumph, “Mr. Howard, you can feel

tell the difference between Gwendolyn and Waldo’s methods.

the master! Howard, quickly sign this

14:17

before Howard and handing ovet

this point, Howard had no other recourse.

sign for Howard’s

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 his project!

trust

took the pen, and signed his name

“Bainbridge, the project is yours.