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.

She knew all too well the

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

it’s okay to cry out,” he said, his voice laced with a tender

refusing

embrace. “Don’t be afraid. It’s

“Mr. Chadwick, Sandra’s cell phone was smashed. Could you buy a

Howard said, his ‘response immediate. “Anything else you

alone for a

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carrying a weight of unspoken promises, before he slowly exited

her composure. Her sobs, muffled by

akin to scaling a mountain with no

Sandra’s phone had been destroyed,

that with no medical license and her hands impaired,

the door, Howard clenched his

found Howard looking like a storm 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. Your parents wanted to come to the hospital, but I

update 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