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.

a doctor herself. She knew all too

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

he said, his voice laced with a

lip, refusing to make

an embrace. “Don’t be afraid.

foreign. She took a deep, steadying breath and said, “Mr. Chadwick, Sandra’s cell phone was smashed. Could

said, his ‘response immediate.

a bit,” her voice quivered with

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a long look, his eyes carrying a weight of

composure. Her sobs,

was a feat akin to scaling a mountain with no peak

had been destroyed, the evidence gone.

knew that with no medical license and her hands impaired, her path had come to an

Howard clenched his fists as Gwendolyn’s

ready to burst. “Howard!” He called out, his gaze dropping to Howard’s unblemished legs and added, “I’ve managed to contain the news, they don’t know you’ve recovered.

on who’s behind all