The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 35

Jessica’s Pov

Victor moved away from the doctor, gripping his excruciatingly red fist, while I stood in a corner with my hands on my mouth.

I was sure the doctor was going to punch Victor back when he stood up, but he turned away and walked away to his side of the desk. Perhaps he was aware of the level of heartbreak and stress we were experiencing.

“I’m going to sue this stup*d hospital for the procedure you performed on my son without my permission!” Victor screamed, still clutching his fist.

The doctor sat down and removed his hand from his cheek, his swollen face visible. I remained in the corner, uncertain whether he was going to retaliate.

“Can we all sit down and discuss in a civil manner now that you’ve vented your rage?” the doctor suggested.

“Bullsh*t!” Victor screamed

“Mr. Nelson, you’d be at a morgue identifying your son’s dead body if I hadn’t removed his testicle,” the doctor replied.

I observed a shift in his tone; he was dead serious, unlike the last time we spoke with him when he was full of regret. I assumed it was the heavy punch to the face that he got.

“Is your son’s life less important than testicles?” he inquired.

“How dare you? How do you expect him to start a family?” Victor replied.

“The most important thing is that he is alive, as the helicopter tail nearly crashed his entire pelvic area. Plus he can always adopt or find a sperm donor, his life is not yet over,” the doctor replied.

I nearly burst out laughing, having a child of my own was a burden to me and my career. I couldn’t see myself raising someone else’s brat.

Adoption was definitely out of the picture. I cleared my throat and asked; “Will he be able to function down there… Can he have sex?”

“We performed reconstructive plastic surgery, ensuring that his private parts were restored. You can’t tell he doesn’t have testicles unless you tell him, and if you don’t tell him, there is no way of him knowing” the doctor explained.

Victor’s face softened and his chest compressed slightly as he turned to face me. I could only hope he wasn’t considering keeping his son in the dark.

Even if we didn’t want to, it was impossible since testicles were responsible for the synthesis of testosterone, which was a crucial component of every male’s sexual function, the most essential of which was the production of sperms.

But my husband had been castrated of his testicles and he was nothing more than a shell of a man, our sex life was never going to be the same for him.

What I despised the most was the fact that he last f**ked me the way he used to f**k Thalia, despite the fact that I had desired it.

The irony is that I’m sure if Thalia found out, she’d laugh our a*ses off. I burst out laughing like a l*natic out of nowhere, I was losing it, and karma was definitely catching up with us.

“Are you okay, Mrs. Nelson?” The doctor stood up and inquired, concerned. I’ll invite one of our counselors to spend some time with you. I understand that this is a major change for a young couple.”

“A man ejaculates sperm during sexual intercourse,” Victor said swiftly, “but how would he not realize he has no testicles if there is no sperm coming out?” he asked.

The doctor took a breath  before returning his eyes to Victor, he hesitated for a moment and peered in my direction

“Don’t you think alerting your son about this major life shift would help him heal faster and receive the counseling he requires?”

“Please respond to the stup id question!” Victor screamed at him and slammed his hands on the table.

The doctor sat down and said “two more org ans, the prostate gland, and seminal vesicle glands generate seminal fluid, which nurtures and carries sperm.

Both are still intact, and if he ejaculates, he’ll be able to generate a whitish fluid lacking sperm. Keep in mind that the testicles create sperm, not seminal fluid.”

Victor shifted his gaze back to me, knowing full well that whatever he was thinking was evil and ominous.

“Mr. Nelson, also keep in mind that the testicles create most of the testosterone, while the adrenal glands make only a minor amount. Testosterone therapy is required for your son,” the doctor continued.

“Is that going to help with sperm production?” Victor inquired.

“No, it will improve sex function, hormone balance, and self-esteem,” said the doctor.

Victor locked his gaze on the doctor for a long time, and the room fell silent. I was deep in contemplation, trying to figure out what he was thinking and where his inquiries were leading.

“Doctor, your job is done,” he said, clearing his throat. “When my son regains consciousness, we as the family will decide what to tell him and what not to tell him” Victor made a statement.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked as I stood up and wiped my tears away but he dismissed my question and continued to speak with the doctor.

“How many doctors are aware of my son’s procedure?”

“Me, the plastic surgeon, and two theater nurses,” the doctor said, perplexed.

“Keep it that way; my lawyer will send paperwork to all of you; if word of my son’s medical procedure becomes public, you will all be arrested,” he said.

“What’s going on, Victor?” I asked but he ignored me again.

The doctor gave out a fake smile which was evident, I could see his hands shaking as he tried to hide them by placing them on his laps.

“However, you should not be concerned about patient privacy, sir,” he stated.

“Only four of you should be aware of the Orchiectomy, that is what I’m asking for,” Victor responded with a frosty retort. “If a fifth person finds out, you’ll all be imprisoned.”