And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 289

Finally, she spoke, “He’s awake now, but the road to recovery is going to be a long one, I’m talking three to five years,” she said, her voice steady yet tinged with compassion. “He’s been bedridden for over two decades and has lost some of his functions. His speech and motor skills will need intensive thempy How much hell regain depends on his determination.”

As Gwendolyn glanced over at Claude, whose eyes were the only things he could move, a pang of regret washed over her. Yet, in the realm of medicine, his awakening was nothing short of a miracle

“Dr. Quigley, we have another patient in our department. Would you mind taking a look? We’d love to learn from your expertise,” an eager young doctor asked.

“The White’s technique is truly remarkable. No wonder traditional healers like Enoch have such a devoted following remarked a senior physician, his voice laced with respect.

“Modem medicine has come a long way. Had he been brought to the hospital sooner, perhaps he could have awakened earlier, Gwendolyn replied modestly, deflecting the praise.

“Dr. Quigley, you’re too humble!” came the chorus from the group of doctors as they filed out of the room.

But it was the Lopez family who stopped her in her tracks. Eve, with tears brimming in her eyes, grasped Gwendolyn’s hands, “Thank you, Gwendolyn, for putting the past behind us.”

the Lopez family owes you, I’ll make good within

awkwardness palpable. She couldn’t quite manage to say a simple thank you,’ and the same was true for Selina, whose jealousy was barely contained, and Derrick, who found it equally hard to express

rest of the family showered Gwendolyn with thanks, oblivious to the underlying tensions

hour. You should head in, Gwendolyn said

a chorus of “Thank you” they bustled into

she scrutinized Gwendolyn. The post–coital flush on Gwendolyn’s cheeks and the kiss mark behind her ear didn’t

Howie? Bitch.” Selina’s voice was icy, a stark contrast to her usual angelic facade.

married, after all. It’s normal for them to enjoy marital bliss. And who are you to judge?”

a would–be mistress acting high and mighty in front

her teeth clenched in anger, “your victory is short–lived. So, you slept

sour,

Sandra’s hand lightly before turning to Selina. “You know, at first, I envied you. You were always so glamorous, untouched by the world’s hardships, surrounded by people