Patrick wandered over to the cabinet, grabbed a decanter and some wine glasses, and poured the whole bottle of red wine into the decanter. He glanced over at Theodore, who was sprawled out with his legs stretched long. Theodore yawned like a lazy cat.

"Why do you think the kid Cindy's holding is mine?" Patrick asked, confused. Knowing Cindy, if she was really pregnant with his kid, she wouldn't have kept it a secret. Cindy would have come straight to him, demanding he pay half the abortion fee.

"What else could it be?" Theodore raised an eyebrow. "Phoebe's kid? Do you really think that's possible?"

Back then, Theodore was desperate to get Phoebe pregnant. He even forced himself on her despite her serious injuries.

But luck wasn't on Theodore's side.

Theodore had double-checked with Riley that Phoebe wasn't pregnant before agreeing to the divorce. If there had been even a tiny chance, he wouldn't have let her go. Patrick looked at Theodore's self-righteous expression and his mind wandered. "Theodore, do you have issues with your sexual performance?"@@novelbin@@

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