Chapter 143


    Chapter 143


    “Gwendolyn, you…” Polly was shaking with anger, “Don’t listen to her threats, everyone. Practicing


    medicine without a license is a crime here. No CEO of a big shot firm like Summit Corp would marry a


    woman with a rap sheet.”


    They were convinced Gwendolyn was going to do time.


    “No way, it can’t be.”


    “She’s bluffing, using Howard’s power.”


    “If I were the CEO of Summit Corp, I wouldn’t touch her with a ten–foot pole.”


    They had all been cowed by Gwendolyn’s earlier assertiveness, with some even contemting


    sneaking away to avoid her wrath.


    Even the reporters had discreetly put down their cameras, not daring to keep filming.


    Polly’s words had snapped them back to reality.


    “Hey.”


    Nathan couldn’t keep quiet, augh escaping him, “All this spection, why don’t you ask the person in


    question, huh?”


    Hisughter was cocky, full of swagger.


    As they turned, they saw him, and right beside him, Howard.


    Howard’s gaze was icy, piercing.


    “Howard.”


    “That’s Howard.”


    Panic spread across their faces. They huddled closer to the edges, trying to make themselves scarce,


    whispering amongst themselves.


    Nathan wheeled Howard forward, “You lot are hrious, talking about Gwendolyn throwing her–weight


    around, but here you are, bullies who cower at the real deal.”


    Howard’s expression was dark, his indifference palpable as he said, “Seems like my personal affairs


    have be a


    c concern.”


    “Nathan, make sure they delete everything they’ve recorded before they leave.”


    “Got it.”


    “This is your show now.”


    Taking control of his own wheelchair, Howard advanced and took hold of Gwendolyn’s


    wrist. “Let’s go inside.” His tone brooked no argument.


    11:30


    Okay, Gwendolyn obediently followed by his side.


    Nathan rolled up his sleeves, instructing the security to show no mercy, forcibly erasing all the photos


    and videos they had taken.


    His gaze then fell on the stirred–up rtives of the patients and Bill’s parents.


    “Bill’s been arrested for suspected kidnapping. The police will issue a statement soon. If you’re looking


    for him, go to the police station.”


    He said with a smirk, “And for you dimwits who believe anything you’re told and let yourselves be used,


    digging up your info is a piece of cake for me. After the Bayridge


    Hospital press conference, I expect you to apologize to Gwendolyn. If you don’t show, I’ll make sure to


    knock on your door.”


    They were too angry to speak up.


    He then nced at Mack and Polly, the hidden chill in his eyes made them shiver.


    “All of you will get what’sing for you.”


    Silenced, they dared not respond further.


    Inside the hospital room.


    Howard sat in his wheelchair, pulling out a set of cotton pajamas from the wardrobe and cing them


    in front of Gwendolyn.


    “You’re soaked. Change into these.” Saying, he extended his fingers to the buttons at her neckline.


    “Mr. Chadwick.” Gwendolyn’s cheeks reddened, “I can change myself.”


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    Howard nced at her hands wrapped in bandages and asked, “Can you manage the


    buttons?”


    Gwendolyn bit her lip. She couldn’t.


    “Sit still. Don’t move.” His tone carried a hint ofmand.


    Gwendolyn sat on the edge of the bed, hands at her sides, her gaze darting away.


    Then Howard unbuttoned her shirt.


    Her eyes were tightly shut, heightening the sensation of his touch. His fingertips were warm,


    asionally brushing against her skin.


    Howard watched her carefully, his eyes devoid of desire.


    “All done.”


    Only then did Gwendolyn open her eyes.


    The thought of him undressing her flushed her with embarrassment.


    Her gaze fell on his legs, and in the privacy of the room, she ventured, “Mr. Chadwick, we’re alone now.


    You can stand up.”


    Howard’s fingers paused, lingering on the tactile memory.