And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 149

“Enoch.. Enoch Ferdinand rubbed his eyes in disbelief, his voice quivering

His body went limp and he slumped into the chair.

“Enoch‘”

“It’s Mr. Whitel

The reporters rouldn’t believe that Enoch had actually appeared!

Enoch had vanished from the public for over a decade, and yet here he was, as sprightly and sage like as ever!

Many were moved to tears at the sight of him on the live feed.

In the past, from the elite to the common folk, countless people had been graced by Enoch’s benevolence, his miraculous medical skills and his unparalleled virtues.

He was a national beloved physician.

Reporters swarmed around him, eager to get the scoop.

Gwendolyn snapped her eyes to the familiar old man.

They were saying that Mr. White was Enoch White?

Mr. White’s full name was Nock White. And Enoch sounded familiar with Nock..

It was utterly confounding.

She glanced at Howard for confirmation, and he nodded.

he was so confident he could clear her name. Those certificates that had been produced were

secret between him and Mr.

is my apprentice and these certificates are genuine. I have never resigned as the honorary president of the Health Association, and the seals on these documents are legitimate. I’ve trained her incognito for over a decade. Fortunately, I had the foresight to prepare these

to the last page, where

through an apprenticeship with

room fell silent. So did the

Gwendolyn was unaware of her master’s prestigious

boomed with authority. “Despite her youth, she

ready to practice

on her own!

young woman’s capabilities,

turned to Howard and said, “Howard, how long do

this secret?”

stood up and walked beside Enoch, “I can hide it

Howard was standing!

legs, he said, “My legs were

stunned

God! This was

can really walk?”

medical

there are prodigies in this world. Isn’t Bayridge Hospital too modest a place for

the living legacy of a national

standing on the stage, was bursting with

piness was also cured by Gwendolyn! You’ve all heard the rumors, haven’t you? Yours truly, back in the saddle, the toast

was oddly

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