After leaving the psychiatric hospital, Sophia Laurent went straight to City General Hospital.

Her period hadn’t come for three or four months.

In the gynecology clinic, she described her symptoms in detail.

The doctor wrote out a test order.

The hysteroscopy results came back quickly.

"Mild Asherman's Syndrome," the doctor adjusted her glasses.

Sophia froze. "Is it serious?"

"Caused by miscarriage. It affects menstruation and conception." The doctor paused. "For mild cases, we can monitor first. No surgery needed yet."

The weight of the medicine bag pressed heavily in her palm.

At home, Ethan Sullivan immediately noticed the medication by the entryway.

"What's wrong?" His brow furrowed slightly.

Sophia lowered her lashes. "Asherman's Syndrome."

Ethan wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Can it be treated?"

"The doctor said it might affect pregnancy."

He tightened his embrace. "Having you is enough."

Sophia lifted her face. "What if I really can't conceive?"

"Then we won't." Ethan ruffled her hair. "Children aren't important."

She forced a faint smile.

Grandmother Eleanor's call came unexpectedly.

"Come to the manor this Saturday! I'm throwing you a remarriage celebration!"

The banquet hall buzzed with clinking glasses.

Natalie Sullivan clung to Sophia, calling her "sister-in-law" repeatedly.

"Have children soon," Eleanor said cheerfully. "Easier to recover when you're young."

Sophia's fingers twitched.

Victor Sullivan immediately chimed in: "At least three!"

The number landed like a boulder on her chest.

In the garden, the night breeze carried a chill.

"Ignore them." Ethan clasped her hand.

A lighter clicked from the shadows.

Adrian Sullivan stepped forward, cigarette dangling from his lips.

Back in the dining room, Adrian spoke abruptly: "She has fertility issues. Don't pressure them."

The air turned to ice.

"Infertile?" Victor's face darkened instantly.

Ethan smirked coldly. "Even if she could never conceive, she's worth ten thousand of you."

"Isn't carrying on the family line why we marry?"

"Ridiculous!" Ethan's gaze turned razor-sharp. "Her value goes far beyond that."

Natalie slammed the table. "Dad, shut up!"

"Alexander Valentine has issues too. You should break up!" Victor snapped.

Natalie jutted her chin. "I'm marrying him anyway!"

Victor stormed out, the door crashing behind him.

In the hallway, Adrian caught up.

"Isabella Valentine can't conceive either. Can we call off the engagement?"

Victor halted mid-step. "The Valentines aren't to be trifled with. Make do."

Dark clouds gathered in Adrian's eyes.

He laughed softly.

"Your favoritism knows no bounds."