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 grim prognosis for

sobs shake her chest.

he said, his voice laced with

Gwendolyn bit her lip, refusing to make a sound.

be afraid.

hands, wrapped 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

Howard said, his ‘response immediate.

I want to be alone for a bit,” her voice

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weight of unspoken promises, before he slowly exited the

composure. Her sobs, muffled

akin to scaling a mountain with

fled, Sandra’s phone had been destroyed, the evidence

her hands impaired, her path had come to an abrupt end.

his fists as Gwendolyn’s stifled despair reached his

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 convinced them to

station, Nathan was quick to update Howard with the latest, “Waldo has been caught and hasn’t spilled on who’s behind all this.