And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 238

“Exactly.” Howard affirmed.

Gwendolyn felt her head spin with the complexity of it all and sighed, “They really go to great lengths, don’t they?”

How do these rich folks even think? No wonder they know how to make a buck.

Howard looked into her eyes earnestly and said, “One day, they’ll go to great lengths just to see you too.”

A warm feeling blossomed in Gwendolyn’s heart, and she nodded emphatically, “Yeah”

The driver pulled up to the hospital entrance, and Gwendolyn stepped out of the car with a spring in her step, “Mr. Chadwick, you better head to the office. With the big contract we just landed, there’s no need for you to drop me off anymore.”

“Okay”

Gwendolyn stood there, watching the car drive away with a smile, before turning to walk into the hospital.

“Dr. Quigley, good moming. The media coverage from the free clinic was fantastic. I hear the hospital’s planning to hold an appreciation ceremony for you guys.”

“Really? Well, that’s pretty nice, Gwendolyn replied with a smile, slipping into her hospital gown on her way to the clinic.

“Coming in for your shift? It’s going to be a busy day. Sandra said with a laugh, “The patients who come here by reputation were so disappointed when you weren’t around,”

and punched in for work. Twenty appointments

had surpassed Aiken to become the hottest name in the Rehabilitation Department. Some speculated that Gwendolyn was on track to become the youngest–ever head

“The first one..

“Next.

those grappling with

was filled with patients. They ranged from those seeking routine care to complex ailments that medicine couldn’t resolve. They all hoped she could

did

each patient with patience. As noon approached, she massaged her stiff neck and reopened the

number twenty, Claude Lopez.”

voice of the system rang out,

to her feet involuntarily. The name wasn’t unfamiliar to her, but with so many people sharing names, it couldn’t

to tubes and machines, so he wouldn’t be

proceed to Dc Gwendolyn Quigley in the Rehabilitation Department, the automated voice repeated.

rumble of wheels echoed as two guards in black suits pushed a hospital bed into the clinic. “Patient number twenty is here.”

take a look at my brother,” Magnolia said coolly

a spectacle to see someone bring a critical patient to see

Claude on the rudimentary hospital bed, “Ms. Lopez, Claude is extremely weak. He shouldn’t be jostled about like this. I recommend you take him to

but her