“There’s no guarantee that she will get pregnant again,” Jackson uttered all of a sudden. His words were like a splash of cold water over Natalie and Shane.
Immediately, Shane’s eyes narrowed menacingly as he glared at Jackson.
“Dr. Baker, what do you mean? Is there something wrong with my body?” Natalie turned to address Jackson.
“Not at all. There is nothing wrong with your body.” Jackson dismissed her question with a wave of his hand.
“Then, you…”
“Alright. Can you please wait for a short moment? I have something to discuss with Shane,” Jackson told her with a warm smile.
Natalie shifted her puzzled gaze to Shane. Despite her curiosity, she nodded her head in agreement.
Jackson locked gazes with Shane and signaled the latter to follow him.
After Shane handed Natalie the file, he trailed after Jackson into the office.
“What do you want to tell me?” Shane asked in a baritone voice when he stepped foot into the room.
Jackson closed the door behind him before he answered. “Actually, the problem lies with your body, not hers.”
“Me?” A look of surprise crept onto Shane’s face.
“That’s right,” Jackson said as he cleaned his glasses. “When Dr. Morrison was giving Natalie a check-up, we noticed that your semen was still in her body. After inspecting it, we realized that you have fertility problems. This means that the two of you may not be able to bear a child in the future.”
“I have fertility problems…” Shane murmured as his hands clenched into tight fists. An ominous aura seemed to surge from him.
No man would be able to accept such a fatal flaw in himself, and Shane was no different. After all, this matter concerned his pride and dignity.
“In the past, I’ve done several checkups on you, and you never had such issues. This means that the complication only surfaced recently. Have you eaten anything weird?” Jackson seemed to have sensed the conflicting thoughts running through Shane’s mind.
“That’s impossible!” Shane denied with a shake of his head.
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