Chapter 118


    Chapter 118


    You…” The color drained from Bainbridge’s face, leaving him ashen with fury.


    Gwendolyn stood tall, her spine straight as an arrow, and turned to leave.


    “Bitch!” Bainbridge hissed after her retreating figure, cursing under his breath.


    Gwendolyn hesitated at the sound of his icy voice but quickly regained herposure. She rounded


    the corner of the corridor, pulling out her smartphone to check the notifications. The screen disyed


    the Food and Drug Administration’s page.


    She had previously gathered samples from Lifespan Locust Pharmacy, conducted tests, andpared


    results, submitting the evidence to the FDA.


    The FDA had issued a notice that very morning, but Waldo had fled.


    She felt a twinge of regret.


    “Gwendolyn! Emergency!” Sandra shouted. Upon finally finding Gwendolyn, relief washed over her.


    “Thank goodness I’ve found you.”


    “What’s the situation?” Asking, Gwendolyn pocketed her phone.


    “There’s aplicated case in Obstetrics. A pregnant woman is in distress, exhausted and allergic to


    oxytocin! Dr. Yates is off today and rushing over, but he said you’re solid with the basics. Go stabilize


    the situation!” Sandra hurriedly pulled Gwendolyn along.


    “What’s the patient’s condition?” Gwendolyn asked, her expression grave.


    “She’s faint and unconscious. It’s critical.”


    “Can’t they perform a C–section?”


    Sandra spoke with urgency, “She’s allergic to anesthetics and she’s an older mother. Can you believe


    she is at forty–six for a second child? They said she insisted on having a baby girl before she passed


    out!”


    They reached the doors of the maternity ward, where a small crowd had gathered. Gwendolyn quickly


    scrubbed in and donned her surgical gown before entering.


    She surveyed the situation withposed eyes and took out a set of fine needles.


    “Dr. Quigley, please wake the patient. Dr. Yates will be here shortly!” the obstetrician said. “It’s really a


    matter of life and death with her many allergies.”


    The patient herself was unaware, and her admission had been rushed.


    “Understood.” Gwendolyn manipted the needles, inserting them into her body. The patient’s vital


    energy was weak, so she added needles for good measure.


    With each needle perfectly ced, the patient soon regained consciousness, to the relief


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    of everyone present


    “Pushl Remember to breathe deeply!”


    “Mrs. Lopez, think of your child! Don’t you want a daughter you’ve always wished for?”


    At the mention of her child, the woman on the bed clenched her teeth, screaming with a face flushed


    red from effort with renewed vigor.


    Half an hourter, the delivery room was filled with the cries of a newborn. The mother, exhausted, had


    fallen into unconsciousness.


    “Ah, it’s a boy.”


    The nurse, holding the baby and cleaning him up, chuckled, “Mrs. Lopez is probably going to regret


    this. She’s been longing for a daughter.”


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    “Dr. Quigley, well done. No wonder Dr. Yates wants to mentor you. Come take a look! This little guy is


    so handsome.”


    Gwendolyn smiled quietly to herself and leaned over for a nce. The baby was indeed fair and


    delicate.


    Little did she know that her connection with this child would grow deeper and deeper in


    the future.


    She washed her hands and packed away her


    Pulling off her mask, she took a deep breas, stepping out of the delivery room.


    “Doctor, how’s my wife?”


    “Is my mom OK…?”


    of fresh air.


    She was immediately surrounded by anxious family members.


    “Both mother and her son are safe and sound,” Gwendolyn reassured them. “The baby’s just being


    cleaned up, no need to worry.”


    “Mother and… son? Oh no, she’s going to be so upset,” eximed William, a bright–eyed teen,


    brimming with youthful energy.


    Carlisle chided gently, “What are you talking about? Your mother is kind and wise.”


    He looked at Gwendolyn again, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He hadn’t expected to be so fated with


    her. They had just met at a birthday celebration the night before.


    “Dr. Quigley, thank you.” He made a mental note of her name.


    Gwendolyn smiled warmly and replied, “You’re wee, I should get going.”


    “Dad, why does she look so familiar?” William frowned, puzzled.


    “Maybe it’s fate,” Carlisle suggested.


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    She couldn’t be one of his children. After all, their family hadn’t lost any.