Chapter 0302

The panic begins to subside.

Kent pulls himself together as Marco pulls up to the urologist’s house, a property that also serves as his home office. Kent takes

a deep breath in through his nose, glaring at the house. Because he chose this doctor partially because of the privacy that the

home office provided, but also because he was supposed to be the best.

Rage coils in him at the thought that this doctor may have fucked up his vasectomy, or performed it in such a way that it...healed

itself or something.

But even as the rage builds, an equally powerful part of Kents wants the doctor to have fucked up. Not because he wanted to get

Fay pregnant — god, fuck, the idea of another baby twenty-two years after his first...

Kent shakes his head, pushing the thought away. Because if something did go wrong with the vasectomy, the important thing is

that it means Fay didn’t betray him.

Or at least...that it was possible that she didn't.

Kent scowls, throwing open the door to the back seat as Marco puts the car in park. These secondary questions — he could think

of them of it later. This was step one.

The sky is growing dark now in the early evening as Kent strides up the doctor’s walk to the front door. He doesn’t hesitate to

pound, hard, on the red wood, ignoring the knocker and the doorbell. He needs something to hit with his fist anyway.

Jerome’s face didn’t quite take all the anger out of him, did it?

That kid is up to something, Kent thinks to himself, pleased to have a distraction from his other pressing thoughts. How did he

get involved with this? Why was he in Fay’s bathroom? Daniel made sense but...Jerome? There was more to it, and he was

going to get to the bottom of that as well.

Impatient, Kent raises his fist to pound on the door again as Marco comes up the walk to stand behind him. But before Kent can

knock the door swings open and a woman stares up at him, surprised.

“Where’s the doctor,” Kent bites out, but then his eyes shift as he sees the old man come into view in the hall behind the woman.

The doctor’s eyes go wide as he sees, and recognizes, precisely who this is.

“Sir,” the doctor says, taking a step back, almost as if he'll run.

Like hell you will, Kent says, storming into the house and past the woman, not caring that she stumbles out of his way. “To the

office,” Kent snaps to the man, grabbing his arm. “Now.”

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“If it’s possible,” Kent growls, his teeth clenched, “for me to be the father.”

“Well,” the doctor says, nodding and

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Kent nods and snatches the cup out of the doctor’s hand, looking down at it for a moment before looking back up at him. “How

long will it take?” he asks. “For results?”

“I'll get the results tomorrow,” the doctor answers, blinking up at him. “The morning, if we rush the order and request overnight

processing.”