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.

not just of smell, but

dodge away.”

crossed, watching the drama unfold. The girls‘ direct malice was fully exploited by

gold needle from her sleeve and jabbed at them, causing them to yelp. She then snatched the sanitizer and sprayed them back furiously, her pretty face set in a cold determination, “You didn’t brush your teeth this morning, and I’m just helping you freshen up.” “How dare you! I’m going to tell my uncle on you.” Polly looked at her with

“Gwendolyn, you alright? They really went too far.” “Mamie.” Gwendolyn looked at her, “Drop the act. I can see the venom in your

scoff, “Well, I just stirred them up a bit, and who knew

10:51 F

the scattered food from the

in charge of the interns.

cold, her eyes distant and icy. She changed back into her coat, fixed her hair, and

to herself, but she wasn’t about to let it go. She pulled out her designer phone and dialed Scott, “Scott. I’ve got

the hospital valued most, she planned to destroy for Gwendolyn.

office, the middle–aged and slightly portly Mack, wearing round glasses, looked at the

“Gwendolyn, right?”

stood up

Not just anyone can stay on here. The supervising physicians don’t have room for more interns at the moment. so you’ll start as an assistant. You’ll be mainly responsible for Ward 2103. Don’t mess up.”

a gofer, akin

and exhausting work would