Just as she was about to reach me, I pulled a piece of paper from my pocket and slapped it down on the table. She froze mid-step, glaring. “I don’t care what test result you’re showing me—it doesn’t change the fact you…”

After that, she took the paper and looked through it carefully. Someone at the table let out a little laugh. “Maybe Yvette’s already pregnant, and they’re just keeping it quiet?”

At this, everyone’s curiosity was piqued, and Yvette shot me a brief look.

“No,” Yvette replied, her brow slightly furrowed, shutting down the speculation.

I laughed dryly to myself; it was only when it involved her directly that she would show the slightest reaction.

Lydia’s face paled and then went completely dark as she read the report. Yvette, intrigued, leaned forward to get a closer look. “Mom, what’s that? Let me see it.”

But Lydia hurriedly crumpled the paper and threw it into the trash as if it were poison. “Nothing, just eat your dinner.”

Yvette grumbled, but I gave her a calm, unfazed look. “It was a sperm analysis. The doctor confirmed I’m healthy since I don’t smoke or drink. So if there’s an issue, it’s certainly not with…”

A chorus of murmurs erupted around the table.

I chuckled, amused at the horrified look on Lydia’s face. “Mom, I’ve told you already—it’s Yvette who can’t conceive. There’s nothing I can do to change that. How I wish I could make her pregnant and fulfill your wish.”

Even Curtis gasped in shock. “What? Yvette can’t have kids?”

At that moment, a glass shattered on the floor. Yvette’s face had gone cold and dark, her eyes flashing with fury as though she wanted to tear me apart.

The guests around us shifted uncomfortably, their expressions somewhere between shock and mirth as they glanced at her.

I had always guessed that for a woman like Yvette, who came from wealth and status, being publicly revealed as infertile would feel like the ultimate disgrace.

Watching her expression, I almost laughed out loud. So much for her pretending not to care. I guessed it did get to her after all.

“I wasn’t going to bring this up in front of everyone,” I said with mock sympathy, “but, you know, Lydia, I didn’t want to keep you in the dark, especially when you kept doubting me.”

“Enough!” she cut me off, furious. “Haven’t you embarrassed us enough?”

I shrugged, saying, “I just wanted to clarify the situation, to leave no room for misunderstandings.”