Harley’s P.O.V.
“What?”
Carlos’s weird question caught me off guard. Since when he became interested in poultry farming? And most importantly, what was the connection of this question with my life’s dilemmas?
As he raised this query in the middle of a serious conversation, I didn’t voice my reservations and spoke cautiously.
“There can be several reasons for such an issue.” Scratching my forehead, I frowned in confusion. “I guess … hens are sick? Or maybe something is wrong with their feed?”
Carlos gave a dry chuckle, but it held no humor. “Exactly. You immediately assumed that the problem lies with the hens, not the rooster.”
I stared at him, the meaning of his words finally sinking in. “Wait. Are you saying …”
My eyes widened as he cut in, his voice tight and low. “I am saying tha
