And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 135

At Bayridge Hospital, within the confines of a sterilized room, a doctor, illuminated by the harsh fluorescent lights overhead, was inspecting a series of X–rays.

“Most of it looks okay, but the ring finger on the right hand is shattered. Even after it heals, she’s likely to lose some dexterity in that finger.”

He was well aware that Gwendolyn was a surgeon in her prime, any loss of dexterity was a career–ending catastrophe.

“Isn’t there anything else we can do?” Howard was hushed as he stood by Gwendolyn’s bedside, her eyes closed tight against the world.

“I’m afraid this is beyond even Dr. Yates. Our best bet might be to see if Enoch, that alternative therapy guru, can work his magic with some post–op rehab.” The attending physician drifted his gaze to Howard’s legs with curiosity, but he didn’t dare to pry further. He had a hunch that Howard might have a connection to Enoch.

“I understand,” Howard replied simply.

After the doctor offered a few more words of caution, he left the room, the door closing with a soft click behind him.

Gwendolyn shivered slightly under the thin hospital blanket, and a tear slipped from the corner of her closed eyes.

She wasn’t asleep; she had heard every word.

Seeking out Enoch for her injury? It seemed a fantasy too bold to entertain.

doctor herself. She knew all too well the grim prognosis for her hand.

her, he saw the silent sobs shake her chest. He reached out, his fingertips gently cleaning the tears on

okay to cry out,” he said, his voice laced

bit her lip, refusing to make a sound.

pulling her into an embrace. “Don’t be afraid.

deep, steadying breath and said, “Mr. Chadwick, Sandra’s cell phone

immediate. “Anything else you need?”

to be alone for a bit,” her voice quivered with effort.

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a long look, his eyes carrying a weight

and Gwendolyn crumbled her composure. Her sobs, muffled by the pillow, were

akin to scaling a mountain with no peak in sight.

had been destroyed, the evidence

that with no medical license and her hands

side of the door, Howard clenched his fists as Gwendolyn’s stifled despair reached his

at the hospital, he found Howard looking like a storm ready to burst. “Howard!” He called out, his gaze dropping to Howard’s unblemished legs and added,

Howard with the latest, “Waldo has been caught and hasn’t spilled on who’s behind all this. Bill and his wife are on the run, still being hunted. Waldo must have caught wind of something to