Chapter 5 - The Medical Impossibility
The harsh fluorescent lighting of the hospital hallway suddenly felt incredibly cold.
A tight close-up focused entirely on Vincent’s face. The terrifying, arrogant billionaire completely vanished. The color violently drained from his powdered face, leaving him looking like a terrified ghost. His jaw literally unhinged as he stared at the heavily bolded medical conclusion.
Patient is one-hundred-percent sterile. Conception is an absolute medical impossibility.
Vincent’s legs completely gave out. He physically dropped to his knees on the hard linoleum floor, completely humiliating himself in public. The crisp white suit crumpled around him as the sheer, apocalyptic horror of the revelation completely hijacked his mind.
He was entirely, permanently sterile. He had always been sterile.
Vincent slowly raised his head, his dark eyes wide with pure, unadulterated panic as he looked up at Sophia's heavily pregnant stomach.
"Vincent? Baby, what is it?" Sophia panicked, her fake, sweet persona violently cracking as she saw the sheer terror in his eyes. She frantically reached down to grab the medical paper from his trembling hand.
Vincent didn't let her take it. He aggressively shoved her hand away.
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"Who?" Vincent choked out, his voice dropping to a freezing, lethal whisper that echoed across the dead-silent hallway.
👉 Sophia stumbled backward, completely unprepared for the devastating financial guillotine Vincent was about to drop.
