Chapter 230

The staff at the medical center said carefully, "Mr. Fitzgerald, I strongly recommend that you visit a hospital for a more thorough examination." Simon's grip on his phone tightened, and with a heavy thud, he sank back into his swivel chair. Low sperm motility? The test results revealed that his chances of fathering a child were incredibly low. He had been so absorbed in his schemes against Janice in the business world that he had completely neglected his health. The medical center had called multiple times, but he had ignored every one of them. "Simon, what's wrong?" Elsie asked. Simon snapped and pointed toward the door. "Simon? Are you illiterate? You address me as Mr. Fitzgerald in this company!" With a scowl, Elsie shot back, "And just who do you think you're yelling at? Having a bad day doesn't give you the right to take it out on me! Do I look like I owe you anything?" No woman had ever dared to speak to him like that. Simon's expression darkened. But then he remembered