Medical Center.
Cafeteria.
After Adam's reminder, Cristina stuffed the fries in her hand into her mouth, then took another huge bite of her burger.
"..."
Adam's mouth twitched.
Cristina, that was so like you!
You really didn't care at all.
Adam had managed to suppress a situation over here that might have offended Mrs. Corso.
But one had broken out over there.
After all, something that made Lexie lose her composure like that was simply too juicy not to gossip about.
"It had to be artificial insemination."
"He hadn't left his house in five years. He was hauled here in a truck—how could he possibly have gone to a fertility clinic to donate sperm?"
"It might not even be his child, right? If someone came to visit and didn't go into the bedroom, how would he know?"
"Don't say that. They could still do it the conventional way."
"Really? Have you ever seen him move? He can't move at all."
"Couldn't she do all the work?"
"All the work? Are you kidding? We're doctors. We should know that with someone that fat, everything's definitely buried. She probably couldn't even find it—how could she do all the work?"
"Hehehe... cough, cough, cough!"
They choked while laughing.
Mrs. Corso, who was highly sensitive to the commotion, spotted them and walked over.
"I'm sorry."
The people involved apologized awkwardly.
"It's fine. I understand."
Suppressing her anger, Mrs. Corso forced a smile. "You... you were trying to figure out how my husband and I managed to conceive, weren't you?
There are certain logical issues involved.
Do you want me to tell you?"
"..."
The scene fell utterly silent.
The gossiping crowd all lowered their heads to stare at the table, not daring to look at Mrs. Corso, who was clearly on the verge of