After a while, Toby Dalton was carried back.
He had just come out of surgery, and just like that, he had lost his manhood.
His expression was as grim as one would expect.
Lying on the bed, his handsome face was deathly pale and shrouded in gloom.
Saphira Sutton stood to the side, not daring to speak. She watched his expression carefully, trying to figure out what she should say.
"Toby, I really don't remember..."
"Shut up!" he snapped before she could finish.
Saphira Sutton trembled in fear and swallowed the words she had been about to say.
Time seemed to stand still. Saphira Sutton didn't dare say another word.
Toby Dalton's mood had hit rock bottom. He couldn't accept this reality.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"What is it?"
"May I come in and speak, sir?"
"Come in." Toby Dalton opened his eyes.
"Young Master Dalton, there's a problem."
"What's wrong?"
"The news about your... condition has reached the media. It's causing a massive stir online!"
