And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 85

At dusk, Gwendolyn clocked out and waited for the bus, the droning hustle of the city filling her ears. Suddenly, a soft beep sliced through the din, and a sleek Porsche pulled up in front of her. The window rolled down to reveal Sanford’s stern face.

“Hop in. i’ll give you a lift,” Sanford offered calmly.

“Mr. Hamilton, I appreciate it, but I’m fine with the bus,” Gwendolyn demurred.

Jeannie had mentioned that their families weren’t exactly on friendly terms. She didn’t want to get too entangled with the Hamilton family.

“I have a business matter to discuss. Get in. We’ll talk,” Sanford insisted, his tone suggesting it was a settled matter.

With a bitten lip, Gwendolyn hesitated a little before opening the door and settling into the back seat.

“Mr. Hamilton, what is it you wanted to discuss?”

“Dr. Yates put in your request for a permanent position. After discussion, we’ve decided to approve it,” Sanford said, pressing on the gas, his driving smooth and assured.

“Thank you, sir,” Gwendolyn couldn’t help but feel a thrill. Her dream of earning her medical license and opening her clinic was one step closer.

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earned it. Your performance has been exceptional,” Sanford admitted. He had never seen Aiken so impressed with a young doctor, even commenting that her surgical technique

girl straight out of school could be that capable unless she came from a lineage of doctors with a wealth of accumulated knowledge. But

finally agreed to let a caregiver look after her,” Sanford glanced at her in the rearview mirror, his remaining shred of conscience prompting him to add, “If you ever need help, feel

“I will.”

silently the rest of the way as if he just wanted to give her a ride.

a quick thank you, Gwendolyn stepped

cannon, showering Gwendolyn

my brother’s birthday! We’re all here!”

sit, Roselind called out

adorned the dining table with Roselind and Jameson seated nearby and Howard smiling at her in his wheelchair. Gwendolyn discreetly patted her sweater

take a seat!”

while Marina served dish

“All set!”

It’s just family tonight, a little celebration for Howard,” Roselind coaxed

grand birthday parties, but this year was the simplest.

narrow escape from death, they had no grander

was the life of the party, orchestrating the

as if beseeching the heavens to grant her a silent wish.