Chapter 4

I went to the hospital alone and had the reversal surgery.

I went to the hospital alone and had the reversal surgery.

Three years of a childless marriage, like a joke.

After the surgery, the doctor told me:

"Your fertility rate is over sixty percent. That's excellent."

"If you want children in the future, there won't be any problem."

The nurse beside him hurried over with a prenatal checkup form:

"Dr. Lambert, the family that came in for the prenatal checkup today—the fetus has a developmental deformity."

Joshua frowned:

"Have you looked into the cause?"

"It's from the man's low fertility. His conception survival rate is under ten percent."

"What's the pregnant woman's name?"

"Wendy Simmons."

"Recommend termination. Notify the family tomorrow."

I froze for a moment. Joshua handed me the test results:

"Come back for a follow-up in a week."

As I walked out of the hospital, I suddenly wanted to laugh.

The precious grandson my parents had been longing for was a deformed child.

Wendy cheated and got pregnant, and she picked a man who couldn't do it.

What a fitting punishment!

I made do at a hotel for the night and got to the company early the next morning.

Gerard was sitting in my office, one leg crossed over the other.

I frowned:

"Gerard, what are you doing in my office?"

Gerard raised an eyebrow and smiled:

"John, Dad already transferred the company to me last night."

"I'm the general manager now. You're fired."

My heart lurched:

"What did you say?"

Most of the company's shares were in my father's hands.

But I never imagined he would hand over the company I'd worked so hard to build to someone else.

My parents came in from outside with Wendy:

"Last night you insisted on divorcing Wendy, and we were afraid you'd act on impulse and affect the baby."

"After all, last time you kicked up a fuss demanding to bring Gerard in."

"Once you've calmed down, the company will be given back to you."

I looked at my parents, a wave of helplessness rising in me:

"Dad, you'd give the company away over an outsider's child?"

My mother had her arm around Wendy:

"Whoever can give me a grandson is my real son."

"John, take your mother's advice. If you divorce now, you're the one who'll regret it."

I took out the reversal surgery report:

"Is that so?"

"There's nothing wrong with my fertility. The one with the problem is Gerard."

Gerard flew into a rage, humiliated:

"John, just because you can't do it doesn't mean you get to frame me."

I said flatly:

"Whether it's a frame-up or not, we'll know in a minute."

Wendy's phone rang. I was kind enough to put it on speaker for her:

"Is this Ms. Simmons?"

"You came in for a prenatal checkup at our hospital yesterday, and the results are in."

Gerard raised an eyebrow at me smugly:

"John, this is what real ability looks like."

"Don't be so eager. Keep listening."

The doctor paused for a few seconds, then spoke.

"Because of the man's low fertility, the fetus you're carrying is deformed. The hospital recommends that you terminate the pregnancy."

"If you insist on carrying to term, the child will have incomplete limbs and poor brain development."

Wendy's phone dropped to the floor.

I took out the printed divorce agreement:

"Sign it, Wendy."