And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 99

The next day, Gwendolyn was up at dawn with dark circles under her eyes and a hint of redness that betrayed her lack of sleep. She helped Nicolette whip up a hearty breakfast before returning to wake Howard.

She found Howard already freshened up and ready to start the day.

“Mr. Chadwick, breakfast is ready. After we eat, I’ll take you to Mr. White’s place. He’s got a knack for medicine that puts me to shame,” she said with a half–smile.

Howard paused briefly, then nodded, “Sounds good.”

He maneuvered his wheelchair toward the dining room.

Gwendolyn fluffed the pillows and straightened the sheets, her hands stumbling upon a small box. With widened eyes, she inspected it only to quickly stash it back where she found it, pretending nothing had caught her attention.

“Gwen, darling, breakfast is getting cold!” Nicolette called out.

“Coming!” Gwendolyn replied, walking out the door to join Howard at the table. She sat down, pushing around her oatmeal and scrambled eggs with a side of bacon, clearly lost in thought.

Howard threw her a glance, sensing her evasive gaze and uneasy demeanor.

“I’m full. Mr. Chadwick, let’s head next door to Mr. White’s,” Gwendolyn said, grabbing a box of milk and some vitamins as she went out the door, Howard following in tow.

approached a quaint two–story brick house with a rustic little yard. A wooden picket fence encircled it,

Gwendolyn called out cheerily, pushing open the

inside.

green tracksuit emerged, his lean figure moving with surprising agility. His gray beard and distinguished demeanor gave him an almost mystical air, his complexion

you’re back,” he said, taking the gifts and setting them aside, his piercing eyes then studying

day, Mr. White. I’m Howard, Gwendolyn’s husband,” Howard introduced himself with

as Mr. White was known, grunted

I thought you could look at them,” Gwendolyn said with a hopeful smile. “It

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remained stern. “You’ll help me prepare some medi

to him he instructed.

Gwendolyn

softening as they were alone. “From the Chadwick family, eh? Deep waters run in your family. Were you

White,” Howard said earnestly. “It was an accidental discovery, and I have

ends. I’ve kept my Identity from het for

nor will I disclose anything to her,” Howard

see your hand,” Enoch said

you for this,” Howard replied, placing his

a thorough examination, Enoch spoke, “The girl’s treatment plan wasn’t wrong. It’s just that her acupuncture technique needs refining. I’ll take over for