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.”

turned

curious, asked, “Who

Hamilton, an annoying guy. His family’s big in pharmaceuticals. The Hamiltons and the Lopezes are related by marriage. His mother was

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

bring up the Hamiltons

some bad

hurry back for that soup,”

walked away, Gwendolyn looked back to see Sanford in the distance, seemingly watching her. She felt an odd sensation

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

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on my feet in a few

elegance, “Do you need a ride over?”

her head, whispering, “Mr. Chadwick, could we keep

her internship, she didn’t want to

a surprised look, “Am I that

agreement. I don’t want any

after all heading

expression cooled as he replied,

handed it to Gwendolyn, “Mrs. Chadwick, I hear the hospital food is terrible. I’ve made you a lunch. Don’t overwork yourself,