Chapter 63 - Chapter 62

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((( ERIEZ )))

"His semen is acidic at Ph5.6. Sperms: progressive motility is low, 60% immotile and 20% dead, 4% normal, and at least 80% are misshapen. This is below average and I'd say his chances are low; 80% chance of not getting fertilized, 15% chance that the pregnancy would result to miscarriage, equivalent 5% chance of still birth and 5% live birth with 2.5% possible chance of congenital defect for the kid," he narrated slowly.

"But I still had them delivered for cryopreservation in case Zhio's condition led to permanent infertility."

I exhaled deeply and sat in exhaustion.

A good news that is equivalently a bad news.

"There is only 2.5% chance that the fertilization will lead to the birth of a healthy child. But there can be miracles you know," he consoled.  

Two and a half percent?

I laughed weakly at the young man's huge amount of optimism.

"Do another set of test after a month. If things turn for the worse, we'll do the embryo culture and implantation with or without his consent. Let's just hope everything will lead to a successful fertilization and eventually a live birth," I replied.

"I want to rely on that measly 2 and a half percent."

"But," he wondered anxiously.

"Zhio will get furious. He might even refuse to acknowledge the child. What if the conception results to a genetically defective kid?"

"Choose the best egg and pray that the embryo profiling would give us a positive news," I rubbed my throbbing temple.

"If ICSI-IVF fails, we might just have to resort to IUI and hope again."

Zhio will be mad and I might take more than just a punch. But it is for the best interest of everyone. Even James would take such desperate measure.  

"But I'll raise it," I mumbled.

"I don't care if the kid will be born weak or sickly."

Life is still life no matter how imperfect it is. And it's never its fault to be born to a cruel world.

It would be my fault after all.

(ZHIO)

Expensive liquors lay untouched at the heart of the huge wall-mounted wine rack. Father started that hobby but the collection was increased in time by Wenziel and Eriez. Those rare bottles were won at private bidding auctions that ranged from a few thousand to a hundred thousand dollars.

A lavishly expensive bottle of Sauvignon Blanc begged at me to be drank than remain a decorative amusement for the mansion's guests. I took it nonchalantly and locked myself back in my room.

The loneliness I've felt for so long deserved a glass of classy alcohol, little by little until the bottle was finally emptied out.

Eriez's words replayed nonstop on my mind. They've spent their lives unmarried so they don't know how hard it is to love.

Amidst my drunken haze, a knock rapped at my door. But without waiting for my consent, he entered the room.

Wenziel.

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