Adam, who had been listening the entire time, choked and nearly coughed. The veil of refracting lights surrounding him wavered slightly as his clenched fists loosened for a split second.
Sterile? If Min was, then who was Qing's father? He massaged his eyes, taking a deep breath. Though he had suspicions, the time to act hadn't come yet. But god, he had expected anything but to be embroiled in a family drama when he left this morning.
And what a drama! Qiao was clutching her husband's frozen face, caressing his cheeks as tears streamed down her cheeks. Sobbing, she spoke, her voice grief-stricken and wronged.
