And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 131

Gwendolyn stepped out of the dean’s office and immediately locked eyes with Aiken and Sandra, who were pacing anxiously in the hallway.

“Gwendolyn, what’s the verdict? I already squared things with Mr. Hamilton. Your

diagnosis was spot–on, and I’ve double–checked the prescription,” Aiken said, his usual stoic demeanor giving way to concern.

He looked at her with regret in his eyes. “I blame myself! I got duped by a phone call. That online video must have been Bill’s doing. He’s after you.”

A missing signature on a prescription might just be a fine.

But practicing without a license could mean real trouble.

Gwendolyn managed a weak smile. “Dr. Yates, this isn’t on you. I’m the one who lacked experience.”

“I’ll set the record straight online!” Aiken said with a steely tone..

“No need.”

Gwendolyn grabbed his hand. “They only believe what they see. We’ve got no proof. If you go public, they’ll just turn their anger on you.”

Of course, the clinic had no cameras. Their adversaries had counted on that.

Was it the conniving Bainbridge? Or Vivien with her schemes?

said, feigning confidence to put him at ease. A realization washed

was, after all,

where to find me,” Aiken said before he hurried

deep breath and turned to Sandra, who

“Yeah.”

and his wife are holed up at the hotel just around the corner. I’m chummy with the owner. He’s in room 302. Let’s confront

swamped. The head nurse will have your

important, Gwendolyn. We’ll go together. Put on your mask. There are reporters everywhere,

Gwendolyn nodded firmly.

Let’s roll

back door and took a roundabout path to

hotel’s dimly lit corridors and aging elevator painted a stark contrast to the

floor, Sandra gave Gwendolyn a conspiratorial wink while clutching her phone, “They can record us and we can record them. Catch him in the act if you can.”

“Got it.”

room 302 and knocked.

wife’s voice from inside.

tone, Sandra

fell for it. As soon as she cracked open the door,

bed with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the

bolted upright, shock written all over his