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?”

back an explanation, but Howard cut her off by shoving a tasty danish into her mouth, his cool fingertips brushing her lips. She bit down. The

always look forward to these at the family dinners. Try it, tell me if it’s not

steady and untroubled, and she remembered his words spoken in the privacy of

should stand behind Howard and don’t

Howard said flatly. “She’s young and worries overmuch.”

half inches and began to twist, widening the angle. Dark and clotted blood oozed from the puncture as he withdrew the needle and stood

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

the difference between Gwendolyn and Waldo’s

master! Howard, quickly sign this Transfer of

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paper before Howard and handing ovet

this point, Howard had

had to sign for Howard’s health.

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

trust

her, took the pen, and signed his name

Howard remained neutral. “Bainbridge, the project