And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 151

In Bayridge Hospital’s inpatient ward, the room was filled with the sterile scent of antiseptics and a tense silence.

Gwendolyn sat obediently on the hospital bed, her eyes brimming with tears as she gazed at the elderly man before her

“Mr. White,” she choked out.

“There, there, my dear It’s been tough, hasn’t it?” Enoch let out a weary sigh. “I had my reasons for keeping my identity from you

Circumstances had forced his hand. If it were up to Enoch, he’d have stayed off the radar, away from certain prying eyes.

“I don’t blame you. It’s just a lot to take in Gwendolyn murmured, feeling as if she’d been hit by a bolt from the blue.

Hearing this, Enoch managed a gentle smile and said, “Give me your hand, let me see.”

Gwendolyn obediently extended her bandaged hands.

Enoch carefully unwound the bandages, revealing her fingers, raw and crusted with blood. Her fingers were still swollen from surgery, like plump little sausages, a frightening sight.

Concentrated, Enoch took a fine needle and expertly inserted it into specific points along her hand.

Valor nudged Howard with his elbow and whispered, “Do you

glanced at

said, “Of course

night. I’ve done everything you asked me

talk around the social circles, splashing money around and charming the

Howard responded noncommittally.

about your

answered without patience, his focus

Imagine how miserable Bainbridge must be feeling right now. It’s got to be like ants crawling in his heart, unbearable

his idle chatter could be insufferable.

at the mere mention

deserves to suffer” said Howard icily.

Gwendolyn,

him a chilling smile that sent shivers

a man with schemes up his sleeve!

set down the needle and turned to Valor,

“Right away!”

like a helpful lackey, presenting a glass of water with a

wise sage.”