Chapter 125
12:47
Chapter 125
In the hospital room, Warren looked at Jameson with an unusual touch of tenderness in
his eyes.
Jameson, I’ve failed you. It was wrong of me to resent you for your mother’s death when you were
born.” Tears streaked down his weathered face, his temples streaked with gray. He seemed much
older.
Jameson’s heart was bitter, and his eyes moistened.
Warren reached out a withered hand to touch Jameson’s cheek, continuing, “In the blink of an eye,
you’re nearly fifty. I don’t have many days left. I’ve wronged you all these years.”
“Dad!” Jameson gripped his hand tightly. “You’re not going to die.”
The grievances in his heart dissipated with Warren’s apology, a long–awaited paternal love finally
attained.
He never thought the day woulde when Warren would talk to him calmly and candidly. Jameson
cried uncontrobly.
“If I can’t find Enoch soon, I fear… I might not make it through the year.” Hisplexion ashen, he
said, “Before I die, I hope Howard can forgive me. I need to pass on what I have to the most promising
of my descendants.”
After much internal struggle, Jameson could not ovee his duty to be filial.
“There might be someone who can save your life!” Jameson, biting his lip, said, “Howard. is looking
much better. Roselind suspects it has to do with Gwendolyn. She might be Enoch’s student, but we
haven’t confirmed it.”
Jameson, ever the naive optimist, moved by paternal love, blurted out the spection.
He hoped Warren who raised him could end his days in peace, not tormented by illness.
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“Gwendolyn?”
Warren had nned to y the emotional card to win over Howard, and thereby facilitate a merger
between Summit Corp and the Chadwick Group, but he hadn’t anticipated this pleasant surprise.
“Are you sure?” A gleam of sharpness shed in Warren.
“Not sure, but I can ask Gwendolyn to take a look at you.” It was just a guess, after all,” with no one to
confirm it.
“No, wait.” Warren held his hand, “Wait! Let me confirm her identity first. Don’t talk about this with
anyone else!”
Jameson obediently nodded, “Okay, I’lle to see you every day.”
12:47
Outside the hospital room, Bainbridge had overheard everything!
Gwendolyn! How could that country girl be rted to the renowned Enoch? Howard was still a cripple!
But regardless of her identity, he could no longer tolerate that arrogant country girl.
Better to wrongfully use than to let her
He was determined to destroy Gwendolyn!
go free!
He clenched his fists, tossing the food he held into the trash, and walked away. Reaching the hospital
entrance, he pulled out his phone and dialed Vivien’s number.
The call connected quickly.
“Vivien, do you want to get back at Gwendolyn? I heard she’s not even certified to practice
medicine.”
A secretive smile yed on his lips.
Vivien perked up at the other end, “Bainbridge, what’s your n for revenge?”
Bainbridge chuckled coldly, revealing his scheme, and Vivien’s eyes lit up.
“Good, I’ll get right on it.”
He then used a payphone to call the fugitive Waldo.
The next day.
Gwendolyn was seeing patients, with Aiken standing by, utterly impressed.
“Very good.” Aiken nodded, “Your acupuncture technique is even beyond my own skill.” At this point,
Aiken was sure that her needling was the White’s acupuncture, though he was curious about
Gwendolyn’s mysterious experience.
Gwendolyn curved her eyes in a smile: “You’ve taught me well. Next patient, Bill Jones!”
Many patients came every day seeking Bayridge Hospital’s golden touch, Aiken, who was often too
busy to sit down. Now with Gwendolyn’s help, his load was much lighter.
Into the traditional medicine clinic walked a simple and honest–looking couple.
“My husband’s been having ack of appetitetely, throwing up whatever he eats, and his stomach
keeps aching,” the inly dressed woman said, worry etched on her face.
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