And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 141

After Sanford left, Howard silently pulled out his smartphone and dialed the number buried at the bottom of his contacts list. The recipient picked up almost immediately..

In a hushed tone, Howard began, “Mr. White, I’m sure you’ve heard about the incident in Bayridge City. Gwendolyn needs your expertise now.”

He understood why Enoch had concealed his identity, adopting a new name for reasons of his own. Asking him to resurface would be a tough ask.

“Her fingers’re badly broken. The doctors say they might never heal properly unless we can get ahold of Enoch, the renowned healer from back in the day. I remember your showed me a slew of certifications once. Well, Gwendolyn could really need your help. now. I’m sorry to bother you, but….”

His voice carried a sincerity devoid of any arrogance.

The

response on the other end was a string of grumbles and curses.

Unfazed, Howard continued to sweet–talk for several minutes more.

Finally, after laying out the entire plan, the person on the other end agreed.

Howard ended the call, his fingers thoughtfully caressing the edge of the phone as the hint of a smirk played on his lips. Everything was in place, now all they needed was the catalyst.

“Stay here, keep watch. Don’t let anyone near the room,” Howard instructed the two bodyguards stationed by the hospital room door, before leaving to ensure one last detail, a detail that would undoubtedly bring Bainbridge immense pain.

the guards replied, standing as immovable as statues on either side of

by noise echoing from the stairwell

elevators, a sea of people led by Mack and Polly, followed by

duo, Mack demoted and Polly reprimanded, harbored deep

they finally found a fault in Gwendolyn.

of grief and anger, desperate for an outlet. And there were

the 21st floor, the

cameras.

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room 2106,”

She’s even got professional bodyguards at her door. Bill’s disappearance has to be connected

Jones

back

being unable to reach their son, the distraught parents had come to the hospital. Misled by the so–called “good Samaritan” Mack, they created this spectacle.

the stories of the wealthy

must’ve been harmed by

the floor, her cries echoing through the halls.

bodyguards said, blocking the crowd from getting any closer to

“Gwendolyn. Come out.”

“Give me back