And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 194

Jeannie stood in the crowded hospital waiting mom, are folded across her chest, watching as pallents were called one by one. Her eyes roamed the faces in the crowd until the late aftemoon light began to wane

And there she was

A slender woman, masked and shaded by sunglasses, stood out like a swan among ducks. Even though Jeannie had been at odds with Selina for years, she couldn’t deny the woman’s allure and capability.

Selina caught sight of her and removed her sunglasses, with a gentle and seemingly harmless smile on her lips. “Jeannie, long time no

Jeannie squared her shoulders and approached. Indeed, it’s been ages. I half thought you’d play the hermit abroad for life” Selina faded her smile slightly with a hint of moisture in her eyes. “So, you misunderstood me too.”

“Misunderstood? When Howard tumed into a vegetable and lost his inheritance, you didn’t hesitate to skip the country, Jeannie retorted, resentment simmering within her. “But you have cried and pleaded to marry Howard since you were kids. What a farcel Jeannie never fully grasped the extent of Selina’s relationship with Howard, but at one point, everyone had pegged them as the perfect

match

Selina had always shown an unusual warmth towards Howard. She never clarified their relationship despite jokes from friends and family. She allowed the belief that she and Howard were a couple to continue unchallenged.

“It wasn’t like that” Selina said with a wry smile. “Jeannie, I had my reasons.”

“What reasons? Enlighten me Jeannie scoffed, scrutinizing her. “The vanity in your bones, perhaps? I can’t fathom how the pampered darling of the Lopez family and Hamilton family could harbor such mercenary thoughts.”

Selina fancied herself a ballet goddess, a patron of the arts, but all Jeannie saw was a vulgarity.

“Selina, you knew Howard was down and out, and you wanted to ditch him. Now you’re trying to worm your way back In? Forget it!”

Jeannie wouldn’t allow her to disrupt the relationship between Gwendolyn and Howard. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Selina bit her lip, her eyes reddening. “Seeing him doing well is enough for me.”

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“Do you remember ten years ago, Jeannie? Without me, he might have… Selina’s voice broke, and tears flowed.

Jeannie, initially furious, felt her anger doused at the mention of that time, revealing a vulnerability beneath her tough exterior.

Selina stopped there and glanced at the screen. “It’s my turn now.”

She put her sunglasses back on and walked into the consultation room, leaving Jeannie clenching her fists in frustration.

Selina tapped on the door politely before entering.

“Ms. Quigley. Her smile was practiced as she sat on the stool.

Gwendolyn looked up, surprised. “Ms. Hamilton, here at the hospital, you can call me Dr. Quigley”

“Of course.”

Selina was the picture of innocence and fragility, a cherished gem, a seemingly harmless morning glory that made it hard for anyone to be wary.

“What seems to be the problem?” Gwendolyn asked softly.

“My leg hurts. Those doctors found nothing wrong, but it’s persistently aching,” Selina said, revealing her pale leg beneath the hem of her skirt. “It hurts quite a bit.”

Gwendolyn examined her pulse, finding nothing amiss.

“Dr. Quigley, have you ever heard of post–traumatic stress disorder from a car accident?”

Gwendolyn’s mind thundered with realization.

She had seen that term before on Mr. Chadwick’s computer search history