“Prepare now, while Addison hasn’t woken up. Go ahead with the hysterectomy.”
The doctor froze. “You want to remove her uterus?!”
“Doctor, I must remind you, you have no children yet. If you truly take her uterus, you’ll have no heir!”
“I don’t need an heir. Cynthia already gave birth to my child yesterday. I promised her I’d leave all my wealth to our child. Keeping Addison’s uterus is nothing but a threat.”
The doctor’s face turned uneasy.
“But your child with Cynthia will still bear another man’s surname, and call someone else father. Your wife has already miscarried seven times; her chance of conceiving again is nearly gone.”
Javon lit a cigarette, his voice low and sorrowful.
“It’s not about whether it’s worth it. I love Cynthia, and for her, I’ll give everything.”
“But….”
Javon’s brows darkened.
“No buts. Do as I say.”
Just as Javon was about to rise from his seat, his phone rang. By mistake, he pressed the speakerphone.
“Javon, I got the money. Next time something like this happens, make sure to call me. I’ve done it seven times already, I know exactly how it goes. In fact, I already have an idea for the next one. I’ll pose as a kidnapper and go straight for her belly…”