Son-In-Law Gets an Upgrade novel Chapter 722

Chapter 722 It Needs To Be Cut Off 

The moment David returned home, a servant reported his arrival to Jorden, who was ecstatic to hear it. 

Rushing to the door to welcome his son, Jorden asked anxiously, “David, have you really found the drug that can cure you?” 

David tightened his hug on Harper and replied, “That goes without saying. The Leighton family has created a miracle drug indeed. Within a few minutes of taking it, I can feel the nerves Alex destroyed 

recover.” 

When he heard how certain David was, Jorden couldn’t be any happier. 

He was already in his sixties and was unable to produce any more offspring. When his only son was rendered impotent, it came as a devastating blow to him. 

Now that the matter was resolved, he felt blessed that the heavens were kind enough to not end the Zucker family’s legacy. 

Filled with emotion, Jorden exclaimed, “David, why don’t you go ahead and get some rest with the lady. In the meantime. I would like to say my blessings.” 

Nodding. David grunted in acknowledgment. He wasn’t in the mood to be bothered with Jorden, as all he could think of was getting into Harper’s pants. 

Returning to his room fully aroused, David felt as if he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He stripped off his pants at once for Harper to pleasure him. 

With a coy look on her face, Harper was shocked by what she saw the moment she took off his underwear. 

“Ah!” 

Exclaiming aloud, she staggered backward. Then, she pointed at David’s manhood and frantically sa “M-Mr. Zucker, look!” 

Jolted by her scream, David felt the urge to slap her for spoiling the moment. 

However, when he saw the look on Harper’s face, he subconsciously looked downward. 

All he could see was black, rotting flesh. It was so terrifying that even David was given a fright. 

“What’s going on? Hasn’t it recovered? Why has it become like that?” David was in utter disbelief. 

“Could it be that it’s still in the process of recovering?” Harper didn’t dare phrase it pessimistically. All she could do was comfort him and calm him down. 

Just as she spoke, she was slapped in the face. 

David berated her, “It’s not f*cking recovering! Can’t you see the drug is causing it to rot? Instead of spacing out, get someone to send me to the hospital right away!” 

That night, there were not many doctors on duty. The moment David arrived, he took off his pants without hesitation. With an awkward expression, he asked, “Doctor, you have to help me!” 

When the doctor turned around and saw that David had taken off his pants, he assumed David was a lunatic with a fetish at first glance.