And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 49

Gwendolyn stood in front of her locker, stuffing her belongings inside. A group of pretty girls approached with clear ill intent.

Turning to face them, Gwendolyn asked coolly, “Can I help you with something?”

“Oh, you brought a lunch box? Let’s see what gourmet delights you’ve got there,” one of the girls, Polly Smith, snatched the box from Gwendolyn’s hands and clumsily dropped it on the

floor.

“Oops, my bad. I just couldn’t hold it right.” Polly said with a malicious grin.

Gwendolyn’s lips pressed tightly together as she watched the meal that Marina had carefully prepared get ruined, anger welling up inside her.

“Getting mad, huh? Country bumpkins are always so sensitive,” Polly said with a mocking sweetness, fanning the air with her hand and asking. “Do you guys smell that? It’s like fox stench.”

“It’s pungent.”

“Gwendolyn, it’s coming from you, isn’t it? Let’s help you out.”

They laughed as they grabbed a bottle of hand sanitizer and started spraying Gwendolyn, mocking her all the while.

just of smell, but of

don’t dodge

stood outside the circle, arms crossed, watching the drama unfold. The girls‘ direct malice was

sprayed them back furiously, her pretty face set in a cold determination, “You didn’t brush

They really went too far.” “Mamie.” Gwendolyn looked at her, “Drop the act. I can see

scoff, “Well, I just stirred them up a bit, and who knew they’d be so impulsive, even

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and swept the

uncle is? It’s Mack, the guy in charge of the interns.

at the hospital, not to play games with you,” Gwendolyn’s voice was cold, her eyes distant and icy. She

but she wasn’t about to let it go. She pulled out her designer phone and

valued most, she

director’s office, the middle–aged and slightly portly Mack, wearing

“Gwendolyn, right?”

stood up

supervising physicians don’t have room for more

essentially a gofer, akin to

and exhausting work would