And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 48

Dressed to the nines, Sanford Hamilton was the picture of meticulous grooming and self–discipline. He appeared far more serious than Howard, yet there was none of that bone–deep coldness about him.

“Hmph.” Jeannie scoffed, “Can’t seem to get away from that family,”

Sanford paused when he saw them, but instead of keeping his distance, he approached. Jeannie tensed, her gaze wary as she watched him.

“How’s Howard doing?” Sanford asked, his voice smooth and clear. His features were broad and refined, like polished marble, and he looked vaguely familiar.

“Don’t play the good Samaritan with me. Howard’s taken on an apprentice from a prestigious medical school, and he’ll be back on his feet in no time. The Hamiltons would do well to keep their distance from him.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Sanford nodded, his peripheral vision catching a glimpse of Gwendolyn, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

“What are you staring at my sister–in–law for?” Jeannie stepped in front of Gwendolyn, nervously defensive, afraid Sanford might stir up unease with imprudent remarks.

“Nothing, just thinking Howard is quite the devoted man, “Sanford spoke indifferently, “I gotta

go.”

that, he turned and

curious, asked, “Who was that?”

The Hamiltons and the

happened to be the honorary director of Bayridge Hospital, overseeing administration

“By the way, don’t bring up the Hamiltons around

be some bad blood between the families.

back for that soup,” Jeannie urged, quickening her pace.

Sanford in the distance, seemingly watching her. She

packed her things and turned to the man at the breakfast table, “Mr. Chadwick, I’ll be interning at the hospital for a while, so I won’t be around much to take care

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my feet in a few

dined with elegance, “Do you need a ride over?”

Chadwick, could we keep our relationship

after her internship, she didn’t want to have to explain things later.

surprised look, “Am I that

our agreement. I don’t want

after all heading towards a divorce.

expression cooled as he

came from the kitchen with a lunch box and handed it to Gwendolyn, “Mrs. Chadwick, I hear the hospital food is terrible. I’ve made you a lunch. Don’t overwork yourself, and if they give you trouble, just quit. After all we’re well–off.”