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.

smell, but of that country

dodge

outside the circle, arms crossed, watching the drama unfold. The girls‘

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

a sigh of relief and put the sanitizer aside. Mamie approached, feigning concern, “Gwendolyn, you alright? They really went too far.” “Mamie.” Gwendolyn looked at

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

10:51 F

picked up a broom and swept the scattered food from the floor,

It’s Mack, the guy in charge of the interns. You’ve crossed her, and

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

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

most, she planned

middle–aged and slightly portly Mack, wearing round glasses, looked at the exceptionally pretty girl before

“Gwendolyn, right?”

Gwendolyn stood up straight.

pride. 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

gofer, akin

work would be hers