Eager to have a grandchild, Linda started believing in all sorts of folk remedies, forcing us to drink dark, gloopy concoctions every day, making life miserable for both Ray and me.
As a doctor, Martin couldn't bear to see such foolishness and sincerely suggested,
"Ray, if you and Victoria trust me, come to our hospital for in-vitro fertilization. I'm in charge of that department. It's better than drinking these messy potions!"
Linda didn't trust Martin and wanted to stop us, but she couldn't waver Ray's trust in his brother.
Martin was very dedicated to our IVF process.
Unfortunately, the first three attempts to cultivate the embryos ended in failure.
Linda began to stir up trouble, suspecting that Martin was sabotaging our efforts, not wanting us to have a child who could compete with him for the family inheritance.
Ray and I didn't take her suspicions seriously.
After all, Martin was Paul's biological son. It was only natural that he should inherit everything from the Davis family.
Moreover, Martin helped us without any reservations. We couldn't be ungrateful or greedy.