The IVF Secret That Shook a Dynasty novel Chapter 7

Zebulon and Evelyn were equally stunned.

“Vivica, how could Chaim have something like that? Has the doctor confirmed it? Are you sure it’s not a mistake?” Evelyn asked in a rush.

Vivica’s heart was breaking, but her expression remained steady. “That’s why I brought him here, for a second opinion. We’ll know for sure after the bone marrow aspiration.”

“Oh, my God… How could this happen?” Zebulon wrung his hands.

Fletcher, after a long, stunned silence, turned on Vivica, his face a mixture of pain and accusation. “Did you feed him something you shouldn’t have? He’s been perfectly healthy his whole life, how could he suddenly…”

His words were cut off by his phone ringing. Vivica watched him pull it from his pocket.

“Is that your true love calling again?” she asked, her voice eerily calm. “Since she needs you so badly, why don’t we get the divorce papers signed right away? Then you can devote all your time to her.”

Fletcher ignored the call, silencing his phone.

Evelyn, studying her son-in-law’s expression, finally seemed to believe her daughter.

“Fletcher, are you really doing this?” she pleaded. “Women like that are only after your money. You have to be smart about this.”

After trying to reason with Fletcher, Evelyn turned back to her daughter. “Vivica, it’s normal for men to be tempted sometimes. If you just coax him a little, I’m sure he’ll come back to his senses.”

Vivica stared at her mother’s earnest face and was struck by how alien and terrifying her own family could be.

“Mom, by that logic, does that mean Dad did the same thing, and you just coaxed him back?” she blurted out, unable to contain her grief.

The very next moment, the sharp crack of a slap echoed through the room.

Zebulon stood over her, his hand still raised. “You insolent girl! Is that any way to speak to your parents?”

Chaim, frightened by the scene, scrambled off the bed. “Grandpa! Don’t you hit my mommy!”

Barefoot, the little boy rushed to his mother’s side and threw his arms out protectively, glaring up at the adults.

After holding it in for so long, Vivica’s emotions finally broke. Shielded by her son, she knelt and hugged him, tears streaming down her face like a broken dam.

“Don’t cry, Mommy,” Chaim cooed, cupping her face in his small hands. “I will blow on it for you. Whoosh… whoosh… it won’t hurt anymore.”

His gentle cooing and impossibly mature comfort melted Vivica’s heart.

After comforting his mom, Chaim turned and glared at his father. “Fletcher, what kind of husband are you? Mommy got hit and you didn’t even say anything!” he scolded, his tone that of a miniature adult.

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