After a while, someone angrily said, "Xaviera Evans, we pitied you and wanted to let you adopt our sons. You don't have any children, who will take care of you when you are old?"
Bang!
Xaviera Evans fiercely slammed the coffee cup from the table to the floor, shattering it. The meeting room grew silent, filled with an ominous aura.
"I'm only twenty, how do you know that I can't have children? Do you assume that I'm incapable, or that Caleb Mamet is? Our genes are excellent, any child we would have would undoubtedly be good-looking and smart, unlike your misshapen offspring— even to adopt them would be shameful for me!"
"You all can have children, why can't I? How can you be sure that I can't give birth to a perfect heir? Or do you think Caleb Mamet is dead?"
Xaviera's face darkened, a bloodthirsty smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. If Will Mamet wanted to make a scene, she'd go along with it.