Damian Fairchild said coldly, "These are my problems to worry about. They have nothing to do with you."
Silas Fairchild's tone was unyielding:
"What do you mean it has nothing to do with me? When it involves the next generation of Fairchilds, I have to get involved. It's not that I look down on Seraphina Quinn, but with that frail constitution of hers, even if she did get pregnant a second time, the child might not be healthy. That Mia Linden, on the other hand, is naturally fertile. If you just sleep with her once, she's guaranteed to get pregnant..."
Damian Fairchild frowned, his voice laced with displeasure:
"Silas Fairchild, instead of hounding me all day, why don't you go to a hospital and get your own infertility checked out? Maybe you'll have a child faster than I will!"
He paused. "And another thing—don't mention Mia Linden to me again..."
