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.

but

dodge

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

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 spite, “Just you wait.” “Let’s get out

sanitizer aside. Mamie approached, feigning concern, “Gwendolyn, you alright? They really went too far.” “Mamie.” Gwendolyn looked at her, “Drop

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

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broom and swept the scattered

you know who Polly’s uncle is? It’s Mack, the guy in charge of the interns. You’ve crossed her, and now you’re done

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

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

valued most, she planned to destroy for Gwendolyn.

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

“Gwendolyn, right?”

stood up

is Bayridge Hospital’s pride. Not just anyone can stay on here. The supervising physicians don’t have room for

gofer,

the dirty and exhausting work would be hers to do.