Chapter 29 You’re Lucky, In a Sense
Well, this is awkward. He looked at his father, his eyes filled with silent complaints.
Philip was awkward as well, but he sat up straight and coughed seriously. “Don’t look at me like that. If it weren’t for my wise decision, you wouldn’t be having your sons right now. Sons. Plural. Two of them. Two. You should thank me.”
“Well, thank you so much then.”
“What’s with that attitude, Sebastian?” Philip smacked the table ‘angrily;. “If you had just gone to that blind date, I wouldn’t have donated your sperm. It’s all your fault in the end. What? Do you want to blame me for that?”
Of course not. You’re my dad. How could I ever blame you? I blame myself.
Madeline looked at Sebastian. “So… you have donated your sperm, right?” She thought it was unbelievable that a man like Sebastian would donate his sperm.
“Not willingly.” He noticed her confusion and explained, “My dad forced me to go on blind dates, and I refused, which made him angry. One of his disciples worked in the national sperm bank then, so Dad spiked my drink, knocked me out, got his student to extract my sperm, then he donated the sperm to the sperm bank.”
Whoa. Um… okay? She looked at Philip, then she gave Sebastian a look of sympathy. Ahem, you’re lucky to have a father like that, in a sense.
Philip felt embarrassed from being looked at like that, and he sighed. “To tell you the truth, Madeline, I wasn’t in the best of my health back then. Every time I sleep, I worry that it might be the last time I close my eyes. I only have one son. His mother passed early, so if I were to pass, he’d be left with no family in the world. If he’s sick or unhappy, nobody can care for him. I was worried about that, and I don’t think I could rest in peace if that were to happen.”
“So I forced him to go on blind dates, wanting him to have his own family and someone to love him even if I died. But he just wouldn’t. He wouldn’t go no matter what I said, and I got really mad, so I snapped. I took him to my student and asked him to extract Sebastian’s sperm. I didn’t think much about it. I just thought that if someone used his sperm, our family’s bloodline would continue. I wouldn’t have to worry about the death of the lineage then.”
Hey, it started out as a touching story, but what happened to the second part? So what do you want? A family for your son, or someone to continue the bloodline?
Philip thought his story didn’t make sense too, and he coughed. “Point is, I want this brat to raise a family and have someone to care for him. Continuing the bloodline is just a nice bonus.”
“Heh.”
“Don’t you snort at me, you brat!” Philip smacked the table. “I wouldn’t have done it if you just went on that darn date. Besides, if I hadn’t done that, you wouldn’t have two adorable kids now. Thank me, you brat.”
“Oh, thank you very much.”
“I am not talking to you.” He turned his attention to Madeline. “Ignore him, Madeline. That’s what he does best: making me angry. Let’s talk about you. You’re young, so why did you choose the IVF path? It’s a… difficult path, to say the least.”
“It’s because of my cousin.” She had nothing to hide from them. “To put it simply, he was gravely ill, and there were two ways to save him. One, a matching bone marrow. He needs a donor for that. Two, cord blood. All the Taylor family members got tested, but their bone marrow couldn’t match his. The only hope for him was through the cord blood, and that required someone to get pregnant. Fortunately, the boys’ cord blood was a match, and my cousin was saved. That’s why the boys were born.”
“Doesn’t Phoebe have a daughter?” Philip frowned. “She’s your cousin’s half-sister, while you’re just his cousin. No matter how you look at it, she’s the one with a higher chance to match. So why you?”
“It’s obvious.” Sebastian smirked. “IVF is also a painful process. Excruciating, some might say. And Phoebe’s daughter was around Madeline’s age five years ago. I hesitate to say this, but… barely legal. She was unmarried and single back then. Of course the Taylors won’t let their beloved princess take the risk.”
IVF is painful, and the woman will almost always be a single mother once the child is born. In our society, that means goodbye to any good prospects in the dating and marriage scene. Of course Nigel won’t have his daughter do that to save his son. He cashed in his favor with Madeline and forced her into this. The Taylors are a bunch of scum.
Philip smacked the table again. “Those pieces of scum! Animals, all of them!”
“It’s not that bad.” She smiled. “My cousin is really nice to me, and I’m happy that I could save him. Besides, I never regretted giving birth to the boys. They’re more important to me than myself. They’re my dearest treasure.”
“You think so because you’re a kind and grateful woman. Doesn’t change the fact that the Taylors are still a bunch of animals.” Philip scoffed at this kind of behavior. Holier-than-thou, disgusting, evil bunch of hypocrites.
“Mr. Philip, I know you’re anrgy for me, but that’s because you’re standing in my shoes.” Madeline looked at him seriously. “Look at it this way: My other cousin, Dan, saved my life. If he hadn’t done that, I would have died with indignity on the streets. The Taylors gave me my life, and they gave me a place to stay. Sam treated me like his own sister. When he found out about my talent and love for martial arts, he spent a lot of money hiring a famous master to train me. He also taught me survival skills. As long as I could save him, I would do anything.”
