“What… what do you mean?” Judith looked confused.
“Your precious son has Azoospermia—he’s infertile,” I revealed.
She refused to believe it, accusing me of making things up.
“Wait a moment, and you’ll see if I’m telling the truth or not.”
At that moment, the door opened, and a young man in a suit carrying a briefcase walked in.
It was Frank Thomson, the professional lawyer Jason had arranged for me.
When Judith realized he was a lawyer, her expression turned sour. “You vile woman, what’s the meaning of this?”
He cleared his throat and began, “Mr. Clinton, I’ve received information about a property dispute between you and Ms. Jackson, as well as your medical diagnosis. I’m here to facilitate resolving these issues legally.”
Rick grew defensive. “We were married for five years and didn’t have any children—it had to be her problem, not mine.”
Frank took out the Azoospermia diagnosis and placed it on the table.
Rick couldn’t face the truth. While Helen’s baby might not be his, he was more devastated by the confirmation of his condition.
“Even if you knew you were the problem, you wouldn’t admit it. After all, your pride is everything.” I sneered. “And by the way, a woman’s value doesn’t depend on whether she can have children. It’s outdated thinking to believe otherwise.”
“You… you shameless woman! How dare you curse my family? That’s nonsense! My son is perfectly fine—Helen’s already pregnant!” yelled Judith, pointing at me in a fit of rage.
“If you still don’t believe me, go ahead and do a paternity test,” I suggested.
Helen began to panic. “The baby’s not even born yet. A paternity test could harm the child!”
“Stop trying to sow discord between us!” Helen shot back, her tone desperate. “Even if this baby isn’t Rick’s, he truly loves me!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her stupidity for saying something like that out loud.
Rick glared at Helen, his eyes full of fury. Things were unfolding exactly as I had imagined.
The argument inside the room intensified, as if it might blow the roof off.
“Mr. Thomson, sorry for troubling you,” I said calmly. “This is their family drama—we shouldn’t get involved. Let’s go.”
