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.”

maelstrom, igniting a new wave

is our only son. Please, tell us where he is.” Mrs. Jones knew how to play the part of the grieving mother, and seeing the crowd on her side, she beat her head against the

see us as human,” Mr. Jones said,

cut through her like knives, thorns piercing her

sudden unfamiliar bitterness and sense of injustice rose in her

then, her heart

looking for Bill, you should go to the police. For

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address Mack and Polly in the crowd, “As medical professionals, causing a disturbance in the hospital is unacceptable. I’ll be reporting this to Mr. Hamilton. Good

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

with her gentle and beautiful appearance.

You’re abusing your power.”

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simmering, waiting for the

vulnerable to strike.

“Yes.”

in the hallway, radiant as