"Thank goodness, Dad…" Adrian exhaled in relief, the tension in his shoulders easing.
"Your grandpa also said he can't wait to hold his great-grandchild. Maybe your grandpa's condition will get even better if you give him a great-grandchild soon," Dean chuckled, recalling his father's words.
Adrian was speechless. He glanced at Bianca from the corner of his eye before replying to his father, "I'll try to work on that, Dad."
He couldn't make any promises. If making a baby was as easy as blinking, he would've had plenty by now. And it wasn't just about that—he also needed Bianca's consent. Adrian was certain she would refuse. Convincing Bianca to carry his child would be even harder than convincing her to marry him in the first place. His head throbbed, and he suddenly felt dizzy, a quiet sigh escaping him as he ran his fingers through his hair.
