Chapter 1355 Cruel Truth
J’s frame rigidified as Johanna led her away.
Right as Johanna reached for the office door, J was jolted from her trance, her steps suddenly
ceasing. Johanna, puzzled, swiveled around to find J frozen.
"J, what’s keeping you? Let’s not dawdle; perhaps the doctor can quickly rectify this." "Ease up,
Mom."
J clung to Johanna, straining to regain herposure, and posed her question with an edge of
doubt, "How did youe to know about my alleged infertility?" Johanna’s anxious demeanor and the
firmness in her voice suggested a trustworthy informant.
Yet, hadn’t Brandon’s demeanor the previous evening suggested that he was the one with the fertility
issue? J rapidly reyed her recent interaction with Brandon, _ scrutinizing his every understated
gesture. After some time, she understood that Brandon had never directly acknowledged the origin of
the issue.
She had prematurely assumed that Brandon was suffering a side effect from being drugged by Charis
that could impact fertility.
Could she be the one grappling with fertility issue? This notion led to J’s knees buckling, and she
tottered backward a few steps. "Watch your step!"
Johanna, fortunately, was swift enough to catch her before she tumbled.
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"It’s me…"
J trembled, her voice a bare whisper.
"I am the one who’s wed…"
Noticing J’s pallor, Johanna gently guided her to sit on the couch, her voiceced with worry.
"J, are you feeling alright?" J had the vacant look of a puppet, her gaze unseeing, locked onto
some distant point. A lengthy stretch passed before she could gather herself.
"Mom, I’m alright."
Not wanting to add to Johanna’s worries, J mustered a smile that looked more painful than
soothing and queried, "How did you stumble upon this?" Having been framed several times, J’s
instinctual radar was up; she detected an oddity in Johanna’s information source. The fact that she was
oblivious to her condition until now spoke volumes about Brandon’s skill in concealing it. Johanna’s
brows furrowed as she dredged up her memory.
"A couple of days ago, an anonymous individual reached out to me, iming your womb was defective,
rendering you infertile.
He offered a cure, but demanded an astronomical nine-figure fee for treatment."
On hearing this, J’s suspicions were piqued.
"Who’s this enigmatic individual? Did you dig into it?" Johanna shook her head, voicing her
mystification, "Post the call, I promptly set someone on it, yet the number turned out to be unregistered.
Our people drew a nk."
7 J’s brows crinkled.
"The origin of the call remains a mystery? You didn’t fall for his ims, did you?" Johanna was quick to
retort, "I wouldn’t readily ept a stranger’s call as truth.
My initial thought was that he was a scammer, trying to defraud us with false ims of a cure.
However, given it concerned you, I ensured our people looked into it post-haste.
It appears that Frank has indeed been delving into infertility casestely." As she ryed the findings,
Johanna noted J’s distressed visage.
"As of then, there was still no definitive proof that you’re the one with the issue, butst night our
people unearthed some intriguing details.
Brandon and Frank have been convening in secret.
Uncovering this required a fair bit of sleuthing.
Furthermore, a couple of experts Frank engaged were only essible through the Larson Group’s
network."
The fact that Brandon was personally devoting so much time and energy into investigating fertility
issues was intriguing in itself.
Even as J wrestled with denial, she had to concede that these converging lines of evidence were
far from happenstance.
J’s spirits plummeted.
Her lips clenched as she tried to dam the tears welling up in her eyes, yet they defied her, tracing wet
trails down her cheeks.
At this juncture, there was little left for her to misconstrue.
It was she.
She was indeed the one grappling with this ailment.