In the year Damian Fairchild was at his poorest, Seraphina Quinn proposed a divorce and kicked him out the door.
On the day of their divorce, news broke that he had died in a plane crash.

Five years later, when Seraphina Quinn's family had fallen from grace and she was at her wits' end, the supposedly dead Damian Fairchild returned to the country with great fanfare.
At that time, he was the all-powerful young master of a financial conglomerate, with a suitable woman already by his side.
At that time, she was so destitute she couldn't even afford her son's medicine.

On the day of his return, he pinned her down before the large bed, “Miss Quinn, I'm not dead. Are you very disappointed?”
Her eyes reddened, her voice choked with sobs, “No… I've always missed you. I'm so happy you're not dead…”
The man leaned down to kiss her lips, coaxing her in a low voice, “How happy? Prove it to me.”
She hugged him back, offering her own kiss.

After a night of passion, he threw a contract in her face, “My fiancée has liver failure and needs a caregiver. You're a perfect fit.”
Her tears rolled out of her eyes: “Mr. Fairchild, one night as a married couple is worth a hundred days of kindness. I am your ex-wife, you can't treat me like this.”
The man's face was devoid of expression: “Miss Quinn, with you, it's all lust and no love. Don't be unappreciative!”

Months later, driven into a corner by him, she begged bitterly: “Mr. Fairchild, I admit I wronged you back then, but I'm pregnant now. Can you please give me a way out?”
The man gently caressed her cheek and pronounced her sentence heartlessly: “The Fairchild Family will not acknowledge an illegitimate child. Get rid of it.”

Later, when the truth was revealed, she fled with her son, and he went mad, launching a global manhunt for her.
Finally, one day, he cornered her at her wedding, roaring in anger: “You can't get married, I am the child's biological father!”
Seraphina Quinn narrowed her eyes and smiled faintly, “I'm sorry, who are you?”

He spoke with forced patience, trying to keep his voice gentle. "It would be wonderful if you could conceive a child of our own. But if you really can't, I won't force the issue..."


Before he could even finish, Claire Sterling cut him off.


"In that case, stop forcing me to take all those ridiculous folk remedies. I've had enough of your mother after all these years! Even if I *could* have a baby, I don't *want* to anymore. If you can live with that, we'll stay together. If you can't, then we should just call it quits now."


Lionel Langley's anger finally boiled over.


He yanked Claire Sterling out of her car. "Whether or not you have a child is no excuse for you to throw a tantrum and run back to your parents. You are coming home with me today!"


Chapter 388 - Chapter 372: If You Can't Conceive, I Won't Force It...