Chapter 289


    Chapter 289


    Finally, she spoke, “He’s awake now, but the road to recovery is going to be a long one, I’m talking


    three to five years,” she said, her voice steady yet tinged withpassion. “He’s been bedridden for


    over two decades and has lost some of his functions. His speech and motor skills will need intensive


    thempy How much hell regain depends on his determination.”


    As Gwendolyn nced over at ude, whose eyes were the only things he could move, a pang of


    regret washed over her. Yet, in the realm of medicine, his awakening was nothing short of a miracle


    “Dr. Quigley, we have another patient in our department. Would you mind taking a look? We’d love to


    learn from your expertise,” an eager young doctor asked.


    “The White’s technique is truly remarkable. No wonder traditional healers like Enoch have such a


    devoted following remarked a senior physician, his voiceced with respect.


    “Modem medicine hase a long way. Had he been brought to the hospital sooner, perhaps he could


    have awakened earlier, Gwendolyn replied modestly, deflecting the praise.


    “Dr. Quigley, you’re too humble!” came the chorus from the group of doctors as they filed out of the


    room.


    But it was the Lopez family who stopped her in her tracks. Eve, with tears brimming in her eyes,


    grasped Gwendolyn’s hands, “Thank you, Gwendolyn, for putting the past behind us.”


    “Dr. Quigley, I stand by my word. Whatever the Lopez family owes you, I’ll make good within my power


    Carlisle promised with sincerity.


    Magnolia, meanwhile, averted her gaze, her shame and awkwardness palpable. She couldn’t quite


    manage to say a simple thank you,’ and the same was true for Selina, whose jealousy was barely


    contained, and Derrick, who found it equally hard to express his gratitude.


    The rest of the family showered Gwendolyn with thanks, oblivious to the underlying tensions


    “Visiting hours for family are one hour. You should head in, Gwendolyn said coolly.


    With a chorus of “Thank you” they bustled into the room, a cacophony of chatter following them.


    Selina lingered, her gaze sharp as she scrutinized Gwendolyn. The post–coital flush on Gwendolyn’s


    cheeks and the kiss mark behind her ear didn’t escape Selina’s notice.


    “Did you sleep with Howie? Bitch.” Selina’s voice was icy, a stark contrast to her usual angelic facade.


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    “It’s none of your business, Sandra interjected defiantly, stepping in front of Gwendolyn. “They are


    married, after all. It’s normal for them to enjoy marital bliss. And who are you to judge?”


    Sandra could hardly contain her amusement at the audacity of a would–be mistress acting high and


    mighty in front of thewful wife


    “Gwendolyn,” Selina started, her teeth clenched in anger, “your victory is short–lived. So, you slept with


    him, big deal!”


    “Oh, someone’s sour, Sandra mocked.


    Gwendolyn patted Sandra’s hand lightly before turning to Selina. “You know, at first, I envied you. You


    were always so morous, untouched by the world’s hardships, surrounded by people who adored


    you. Beautiful, privileged, like a princess.”


    “But then I realized, youck a moralpass. You’re all show, no substance. I’m aware of all the little


    schemes you’ve cooked up.”


    “The ambiguous phone calls, the rude sketches in the studio, and those social media posts you thought


    only I could see. You only dare to stir trouble in my absence, never in front of Mr. Chadwick. It shows


    that all of it is a facade, and I thank you for bringing us closer together.”


    Selina’s face turned crimson with nge, steam practically billowing from her ears.


    This country girl was too cunning, unting herself behind closed doors and ying the innocent in


    front of everyone else.


    “Let’s not waste our breath on her Sandra said, linking her arm with Gwendolyn’s. “Come on, I’ve got


    us some coffee”