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 of digital vitriol against

part of the

as human,” Mr. Jones said, supporting his wife as the couple

words cut through her like

sudden unfamiliar bitterness and sense of injustice

her heart hardened.

Bill, you should go to the police. For

1/2

the Bayridge Police

did she mean?

confusion was

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

you say. I’ll be taking screenshots of your reports

was firm, contrasting sharply with her gentle and

abusing

first to

of the Chadwick

I

for the moment when

vulnerable to strike.

“Yes.”

hallway, radiant