“Tristan, do you dare go to the hospital right now for a full check-up? Let’s find out which of us is actually ‘incapable.”
His breath hitched. His hands balled into fists.
“I…”
Before he could finish, Sienna pulled out her phone and dialed.
“You really won’t give up until you’re humiliated, will you, Lucas? Fine. I’ll make sure you never show your face again.”
She called the family’s private physician on the spot. Tristan stood frozen in place, his expression a portrait of dread.
Shortly after, I followed the male doctor into the examination room for a thorough evaluation.
Thirty minutes later, the doctor returned and with a heavy expression, turned to Sienna and shook his head.
I stared at Tristan, who stood shielding Sienna in his arms like a knight guarding a stolen queen.
“Tristan,” I said coldly, “it’s your turn.” Sweat beaded on his forehead.
“I… I don’t need to take any test,” he stammered. “Sienna is already pregnant with my child. Isn’t that proof enough?”
The room fell silent for a beat.
Feigning shock, I raised my brows and let my voice project clearly for all to hear.
“Pregnant? But Sienna and I only agreed to marry a week ago. Are you saying she conceived before that?”