Rachel frowned and said nothing.
Glancing at Rachel, Raymond sighed.
"It's not your fault to have no son with Rachel with your rather low-quality sperm, Chris. Rachel is Cole's godmother and will treat you two very well in the future. I know every man is a little paranoid about his face, but you can't ruin your family because of it."
Intense pain spread throughout my body.
Rachel and her family had long blamed me for not conceiving her a boy, even though I had been taking care of her for twenty years and persuaded my parents to help Rachel become the youngest dean in her hospital.
In order to win back her heart, I even believed in the folk remedy of having a son and watched as needles longer than my forearms pierced into my body.
But now, everything I did was so ridiculous.
Rachel didn't love me or Luna.
I suddenly remembered that when we began to date, Rachel accidentally got an orange. After tasting a slice, she knew it was the taste I favored, so she rode her bike for more than an hour to give the orange to me.
She gained the recognition of my parents through her unremitting efforts.
We lived happily and lovingly after marriage, and she took good care of me and our daughter.