And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 60

Alright.

Meanwhile, at Bayridge University, an anonymous post was causing quite a stir on the school’s forum, under the title “Exposing the Medical Department’s Sweetheart, The Sordid Tale of a Homewrecker and Sugar Babies.”

The post went viral in no time.

It was filled with surreptitiously taken photos, showing Gwendolyn getting into numerous luxury cars. There were also photos of her kissing a “patient” at the hospital and hugging him. Both faces were clear, but Howard’s handsome features were particularly striking.

The anonymous poster continued their accusations, “During her internship, Gwendolyn used her position to seduce a wealthy married man. Above are the photos of the man, Howard. It’s common knowledge that Howard is married now.

Previously, she’s been entangled with many men. One night, after a class get–together, she got drunk and left with a stranger, keeping things ambiguous with medical student Scott. She’s living off scholarships while wearing designer labels.”

Scott himself came forward to testify, “Gwendolyn is a whore! She’s after my money, and then trying to climb the social ladder. When she wanted to dump me, she used her sugar daddy’s influence to bankrupt my family.”

The post exploded with tens of thousands of clicks and thousands of comments, prompting the university to take it very seriously.

Gwendolyn was summoned to the dean’s office.

you’ve gotta worry about. The big shots at the board and the hospital have already

from him, her expression turning

of this.” The intimate photos were misinterpreted, a matter of angles. How could she possibly have been involved

team verified the photos are real. The school is asking you to come back and explain everything, and you’re

get out of here.”

“Mack, I…”

tarnishing our hospital’s reputation.” His

and left the office. She checked her phone multiple

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almost certain that Mamie was

Mamle, holding a box of her belongings, coming straight toward Gwendolyn,

my luck, and now so are you,” she sneered maliciously, “And I’ve got a little surprise for you. See that lady over there?”

to a sharp–featured, middle–aged woman at

box on the floor and began

an eye on your husbands, or

She’s got no

interns, egged on the chaos, enjoying