And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 222

“Do you think it’s a bit late to start playing the good mother role now?” Gwendolyn asked, her voice heavy with emotion.

I’m sorry, Gwen.”

After over twenty years, Gwendolyn finally heard a sincere apology, but it was too late, barely causing a ripple in her now calm heart. Gemma lingered, her words filled with concern, before she finally, reluctantly, gathered her child to leave.

Gwendolyn slipped a bank card into the baby’s blanket. It contained all her savings from the recent months she had been away for treatment. The last time she spoke with Marina, the subject of the Sawyer family’s bankruptcy came up, so she had prepared for this moment.

She would consider it a severance, a childcare support for Gemma. From then on, their paths would diverge, no more ties to bind them. After Gemma left, the living room quickly fell silent.

Gwendolyn sat still, stiff in her chair, for a long time, before she picked up her phone and called the hospital. “Hello, I’d like to volunteer for the free clinic.”

Two days later, the volunteer medical team from Bayridge Hospital was ready. Two buses set off toward the remote townships under Bayridge City, with Gwendolyn assigned to the most impoverished area, Honeysuckle Hollow.

It took a grueling four to five–hour drive before Gwendolyn arrived. When she got off the bus, her cell phone signal became spotty, messages spinning as they tried to send.

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clean bungalows to stay in, one for each person. The village had even arranged for locals to cook

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announcements over the loudspeaker, informing villagers of the free medical

doctor chuckled. “You guys value

much out here, and going to big hospitals isn’t something we dare to do often. But now you’ve come to

curved into a smile. The shadows and burden of a love gone wrong

heal the people when stepped back. If not a great politician, then at least be a great

true meaning

dinner’s ready!”

“Coming!”

from the Tranquil Tides Hotel, led by a tall, distinguished man radiating an

Howard demanded, and Quentin placed the device