Chapter 62 - Chapter 61

CHAPTER 61 FURIOUS

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((( ZHIO )))

"At least pick an egg cell donor," the old man raised his voice, "or choose from the frozen ones in the cryobank."

"I don't want to."

"What's wrong with you?" he was yelling now.

"Are you gay?"

I clenched my palms.

How many times do I have to hear something like that?  

When will my life ever be driven by my own decisions?  

I was furious.  

I stepped closer to Eriez and mindlessly punched him in the face. The glasses fell and shattered on the floor as he hit the table. Little blood ran down his nose and he looked at me with surprised disappointment. My men tensely approached and restrained my arms.

"There's your answer," I spat at him before thrashing free from the hands that gripped me.    

Shame and guilt burned somewhere at the back of my mind but I was choking enough already. I stepped out hurriedly into the night and went back to the bigger cage I'm deemed to return to.  

(ERIEZ)

Blood.

As a clinical pathologist for three and a half decades, it is a sight I'm most familiar of. But as blood ran down my nose, I realized there are still moments I'd be surprised to see it.

Zhio's guards held him in place while he stood there in his intimidating aura. His fists were still clenched and I expected another punch from him when he struggled to get free from his men's grips. Instead, he went away unapologetic.

I wasn't angry but a little upset to think he must have had never really considered me, or Wenziel in that aspect, as his guardians.  

Had we raised him badly?

Had we made him feel that alone?

My phone buzzed in my pocket as a message chimed in.  

Zhio's latest semen analysis result has come.  

I felt uneasy to let that information wait for the next morning. The fertility laboratory closes at ten and there was still some time left to get there. I dismissed all the men to follow after Zhio while I sped the car off to the hospital.  

There was nobody else in the clinic when I arrived except for the andrologist. He was preparing to leave and has already changed in casual clothing when I came.  

"What happened to your face?" he noticed when I came in. I supposed little clots of drying blood still hung at corners of my nose. "Anyway, here's my findings."

He handed the document and crossed his arms as he waited for me to scan it through and through. Zhio's sperm count thankfully wasn't a zero but was low still at less than 2.0 million per milliliter.    

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