And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 118

You…” The color drained from Bainbridge’s face, leaving him ashen with fury.

Gwendolyn stood tall, her spine straight as an arrow, and turned to leave.

“Bitch!” Bainbridge hissed after her retreating figure, cursing under his breath.

Gwendolyn hesitated at the sound of his icy voice but quickly regained her composure. She rounded the corner of the corridor, pulling out her smartphone to check the notifications. The screen displayed the Food and Drug Administration’s page.

She had previously gathered samples from Lifespan Locust Pharmacy, conducted tests, and compared results, submitting the evidence to the FDA.

The FDA had issued a notice that very morning, but Waldo had fled.

She felt a twinge of regret.

“Gwendolyn! Emergency!” Sandra shouted. Upon finally finding Gwendolyn, relief washed over her. “Thank goodness I’ve found you.”

“What’s the situation?” Asking, Gwendolyn pocketed her phone.

“There’s a complicated case in Obstetrics. A pregnant woman is in distress, exhausted and allergic to oxytocin! Dr. Yates is off today and rushing over, but he said you’re solid with the basics. Go stabilize the situation!” Sandra hurriedly pulled Gwendolyn along.

“What’s the patient’s condition?” Gwendolyn asked, her expression grave.

“She’s faint and unconscious. It’s critical.”

“Can’t they perform a C–section?”

mother. Can you believe she is at forty–six for a second child? They said she insisted on having a baby girl before she passed out!”

doors of the maternity ward, where a small crowd had gathered. Gwendolyn quickly

and took out a

the patient. Dr. Yates will be here shortly!” the obstetrician said. “It’s really a matter of life

herself was unaware, and her admission had been

her body. The patient’s vital energy was weak, so she added needles for

patient soon regained consciousness, to

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of everyone present

to breathe

child! Don’t you want a daughter you’ve always

the mention of her child, the woman on the bed clenched her teeth, screaming with a face flushed red from

later, the delivery room was filled with the cries of a newborn. The mother, exhausted, had fallen into

it’s a

“Mrs. Lopez is probably going to regret this. She’s been longing for a

Yates wants to mentor you. Come take a look!

leaned over for a glance.

this child would grow deeper and deeper

the future.

and packed away

her mask, she took a deep breas, stepping

my

my mom OK…?”