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 well

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

said,

bit her lip, refusing to

embrace. “Don’t be afraid. It’s going to be okay. Just give me two days.”

in gauze, felt clumsy and foreign. She took a deep, steadying breath and said, “Mr. Chadwick, Sandra’s cell phone was smashed. Could you buy a new one for me? I’ll wire you the

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

for a bit,” her voice quivered with

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carrying a weight of unspoken promises, before he slowly exited

composure. Her sobs, muffled by the pillow, were desperate and heart–wrenching.

akin to scaling a mountain with no peak in sight.

Sandra’s phone had been destroyed, the evidence

that with no medical license and her hands impaired, her

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

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.

latest, “Waldo has been caught and hasn’t spilled on who’s behind all this. Bill and his wife are on the run, still