Chapter 3 Sperm Donation?
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The sun above was scorching.
But Selena's mood had plunged into the chill of winter.
The anger and agitation she felt earlier when reprimanding Ethan had given way to confusion and panic as the gravity of her situation sank in.
She was single again!
What should she do?
How could she quickly find a man and have a baby right now?
With her head lowered in despair, Selena left the café, walking aimlessly along a long street, her mind consumed by worry.
Mary didn't have much time left, and Selena didn't want her mother to leave this world with regrets.
Thinking of this, Selena frantically rubbed her hair, but her attention was suddenly caught by an advertisement on a nearby bulletin board.
It was a wooden notice board covered with a dense array of ads.
At the top was a pink-and-blue ad with large bold letters reading, "Affordable Sperm Donors."
Oh my God, wasn't this the opportunity she had been dreaming of?
Maybe she didn't need a man to marry her after all. All she needed was someone to provide the other half of the genes for her baby!
Selena carefully read the detailed introduction on the advertisement and, once she confirmed the plan was feasible, took out her phone and snapped a picture.
Then, following the phone number on the ad, she began dialing, taking a deep breath before nervously speaking into the phone, "Hello, do you offer sperm here? I saw your advertisement... Yes, please arrange a suitable male donor for me…"
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At Rosenthal Manor, Cedric's family residence.
A black convertible sports car slowly drove through the gate, its subtle hue shimmering with understated elegance in the sunlight.
Household staff stood respectfully on either side, waiting.
Cedric gently pressed the brakes, bringing the car to a halt.
The car door opened, and a pair of polished black leather shoes, sleek and with carefully crafted details, landed first. Then, his long, muscular legs, tightly encased in black trousers, followed.
Looking up, Cedric was dressed in a tailored high-end black suit, with a matching turtleneck sweater, giving off the aura of a dominant figure in the business world.
He removed his sunglasses, his deep-set features appearing somewhat cold and detached, and as he looked toward the villa, a hint of annoyance flickered in his eyes.
His mother, Linda, had called him multiple times, urging him to come back. He didn't need to think twice to know what she wanted.
It was simple—she was pressuring him to get married and have an heir as soon as possible.
He wasn't delighted with Linda's approach, but made the trip out of respect of his mother.
As Cedric entered the villa, he found Linda sitting elegantly on the sofa, sipping afternoon tea.
The living room was decorated in a modern minimalist style—simple but tastefully done.
With a soft thud, Linda placed her coffee cup on the table, then took out a stack of photos and placed them on the surface. She calmly said, "These are all eligible choices. Take your pick."
The photos were scattered across the table, showing the faces of various women. Some were traditionally pretty, some playfully cute, others charmingly graceful—each one beautiful in her own way.
It was clear that a lot of thought had gone into the selection.
However, Cedric didn't even spare a glance at them.
He took off his coat and handed it to a servant, sat down on the sofa, looking directly at Linda with a serious and stern expression.
"Give it up, Mom. I told you, I'm not interested."
"Cedric, stay single if you want, but you have to have a child."
Linda shot him a sharp look, not backing down.
The wrinkles on her face didn't make her look older. Instead, they added to her elegant yet commanding aura.
She wasn't young anymore, and neither was Cedric a child.
She understood how young people didn't want to get tied down, but the family business needed a steady hand at the helm—they needed an heir!
Besides, it was not that Cedric didn't have competitors.
"Mom!" Cedric protested, as if unable to suppress his inner frustration. He sat up straighter, ready to argue.
But Linda cut him off, her voice firm as she reminded him, "Do you want your playboy brother
to take your inheritance?"
As though remembering something amusing, she turned away with a disdainful chuckle, adding, "He could have a baby any time!"
"Enough!" Cedric leaned forward, his eyes filled with displeasure. He emphasized seriously, "Having business sense is more important than having an heir."
His voice was filled with confidence.
With that, Cedric stood up, planning to end the discussion and retreat to his room.
However, just then, his assistant, Eric Wilson, stepped forward, blocking his way with a triumphant smile.
"Boss, I have a great idea."
Suppressing his mischievous grin, Eric took a photo of Cedric's face with his phone.
"What are you doing?" Cedric felt a bad premonition, frowning as he asked.
Eric didn't answer. Instead, he sent the photo to the company's secretary team, instructing them, "Use this photo to make an advertisement and plaster it all over the city! For the title, just write 'Cedric Rosenthal seeking a surrogate'."
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