Chapter 242


    Chapter 242


    “Tve only got a ten percent chance of making this work” Gwendolyn continued, “Are you willing to take


    the risk with my treatment n?”


    Her words hit them like a bolt from the blue, leaving their ears ringing.


    “What? Ten percent?” Eve, tears streaming down her face, clutched her heart in disbelief, “Even if it


    was a tenth of a percent or one in ten million, Id take those odds.”


    “Honey, did you hear that?” Magnolia was beside herself.


    Derrick nodded, dazed, but a nagging suspicion told him that Gwendolyn might be selling false hope.


    “Let’s do it. Go with your n,” Carlisle gritted his teeth, his stoic eyes betraying a hint of moisture


    Gwendolyn spoke calmly. “I have two conditions. First, the hospital room must be kept quiet, with only


    one person staying overnight. Second, you’ll need to sign a waiver.”


    She had learned from experience to cover her own back.


    Sandra handed over the waiver with a sympathetic smile, and Carlisle didn’t hesitate to sign his name.


    “Once he’s in my care, I use everything I’ve learned to save him. If there’s nothing else, I’ll head to my


    office


    Gwendolyn’s gaze was cool as she left the room


    Sandra followed closely behind, and once out of earshot, she gave a thumbs–up, “Cool!”


    She sidled up to Gwendolyn and asked in a hushed tone. “Did you use that ‘material I gave youst


    time?”


    At the mention, Gwendolyn red at her, “You almost got me killed. That was not what you said.


    Sandra’s face twinkled with mischief, “Killed in action, huh? Or was it in bed? Come on, it’s useful,


    right?”


    Gwendolyn protested, “Stop it. We haven’t even…”


    “Not yet? Is he impotent? What a shame, Sandra teased relentlessly


    “There just hasn’t been the right moment, Gwendolyn tried to exin weakly.


    “Well, don’t hurry off after work. I’ve got a little something for you” Sandra thought to herself, friends


    always had each other’s backs. Gwendolyn was wary of Sandra’s little something‘ and said, “I don’t


    want it.”


    “It’s a gift to celebrate your sessful clinic session. I’d be heartbroken if you refused. It’s just a dress,


    and I spent ages choosing it.” Sandra clutched her chest dramatically.


    “Fine,” Gwendolyn conceded.


    As long as it was a dress, it couldn’t be too problematic.


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    At ten o’clock that night, Howard returned to his cozy vi after a long day at work. Marina had


    prepared ate–night snack for him, “Mr. Thomas sent over a local express package and insisted that


    you open it personally. It’s in your room.”


    “And there’s more..


    Marina’s smile was enigmatic, “Mrs. Chadwick’s personal items have been moved to your room.


    Spouses shouldn’t be sleeping apart.” It was Marina’s suggestion, and Gwendolyn had shyly agreed.


    With lightning speed, Marina transferred all of Gwendolyn’s clothes and personal items to the master


    bedroom.


    A subtle pleasure flickered in Howard’s eyes, “Okay.”


    Marina chattered on, “You’re not getting any younger, and most of your peers have kids already. It’s


    high time you got a move on.” She feared for Gwendolyn’s well–being and worried that Howard wasn’t


    yet settled. The life–saving debt from ten years ago weighed heavily.


    “I understand.” Howard casually loosened his tie, draping his jacket over the back of the s.


    He picked up the express box from the coffee table and made his


    way


    upstairs.


    As he pushed open the door to the master bedroom, he was greeted by the sight of Gwendolyn’s


    things. The vanity was neatly lined with cosmetics, the walk–in closet now shared space with


    Gwendolyn’s nightgowns and dresses.


    The bed had been made up with a soft cream set, a light blue gift box ced at the center and


    Gwendolyn’s phone was abandoned nearby.


    Was this all for him?