At these words, Damian Fairchild let out a low laugh.
"Mrs. Sommers, Elias Sommers has been a playboy for years. You couldn't count the number of women he's been with on both hands. He's sown his wild oats all over the place, yet not a single seed has ever sprouted. Haven't you ever wondered why?"
Mrs. Sommers said coldly,
"What reason could there be? It just means my son is responsible with those women. He's careful about protection." She paused. "Damian Fairchild, stop trying to stir up trouble..."
Before she could finish, Damian Fairchild interrupted her, his tone full of meaning.
"Yes, you're right. Sommers's precautions are certainly top-notch."
He paused, then added pointedly, "After all, in this day and age, not many men are willing to get a vasectomy."
As soon as he said that, Mrs. Sommers felt like her head was about to explode.
Her ears were ringing, and her mind went blank.
Her breathing grew heavy, and her entire body began to tremble with rage.
