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

dodge away.”

the circle, arms crossed, watching the drama unfold. The girls‘ direct malice was fully exploited by Mamie’s

cold determination, “You didn’t brush your teeth this

scattered, Gwendolyn let out 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 her, “Drop the act. I can see the venom in your eyes, about to

up a bit, and who knew they’d be so impulsive, even

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picked up a broom and swept the scattered

guy in charge of the interns. You’ve crossed

to play games with you,” Gwendolyn’s voice was cold, her eyes distant

She pulled out her designer phone and

the hospital valued most, she planned

and slightly portly Mack, wearing round glasses, looked at the exceptionally

“Gwendolyn, right?”

Gwendolyn stood

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

was essentially a gofer, akin to an orderly.

dirty and exhausting work would