"Chairman Hughes, you're too kind! You didn't have to bring a gift. Your presence alone is more than enough."
When my father's assistant handed over a document envelope, both their eyes lit up.
"What's the gift? Honey, open it, quick!"
Stewart couldn't tear it open fast enough. He pulled out the papers inside.
He must have been expecting shares, assets, something of that nature.
Instead, his gaze froze on a single line of red text.
"'Confirmed: Patient was born without a uterus. Permanent infertility. Patient name: Vivian Porter'?!"
