And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 142

Gwendolyn eased out of the hospital bed, her movements slow and deliberate as she walked to the door and swung it open.

The cursing from outside became clearer.

“Mrs. Chadwick, please don’t go out there,” her bodyguard attempted to shield her.

But as soon as she appeared, the crowd unscrewed their water bottles and doused her. The bodyguard, outnumbered and overwhelmed, could not protect her from the cold water that splashed onto Gwendolyn’s face.

It trickled down her neck, soaking the hospital gown clinging to her body.

She opened her eyes slightly, and droplets clung to her long, curled lashes.

The sight of the bandages wrapped around her momentarily stunned the onlookers, but was quickly followed by harsh words, “Serves her right.”

“Give me back my son. Dr. Quigley, please, have mercy on Bill.” Bill’s parents were on their knees on the floor, wailing amidst their tears.

Their bodies hunched, their hair streaked with gray. It was a pitiful sight.

Gwendolyn faced them coolly, her eyes downturned.

The contrast made Gwendolyn seem almost heartless. The reporters wasted no time capturing the scene, sending the images straight to Twitter.

They slapped on a headline sure to stir the pot, “Malpractice? Gwendolyn is suspected of foul play as Bill’s parents beg for mercy.”

off a maelstrom, igniting a new

play the part of the grieving mother, and seeing the crowd on her side, she beat her head against the floor

Mr. Jones said,

through her like knives,

sense of injustice rose

then, her

go to the police. For details, you can reach out to the

1/2

Bayridge Police Department.”

did she mean?

was

Mack and Polly in the crowd, “As medical professionals, causing a disturbance in the hospital is unacceptable. I’ll be reporting

please be responsible for what you say. I’ll be taking screenshots of your reports and my lawyer will decide

contrasting sharply with her gentle and

You’re abusing

first to object.

Mrs. Chadwick of the Chadwick family,

I

simmering, waiting for the

vulnerable to strike.

“Yes.”

hallway, radiant as a beam of