((( Rhio POV's )))
I cut the untouched steak on my plate into pieces and forked them deliberately to my mouth as the doctor came into sight. He looked angry but was surprised to see me there instead of a crying woman.
I raised my hand in surrender and grinned at him, "I behaved well but it seemed like my date didn't like me. She walked away."
"God… "He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily, "What am I going to do with you, Rhio?"
I sneered, "Simple. Just leave me alone."
"At least pick an egg cell donor," the old man raised his voice, "or choose from the frozen ones in the cryobank."
"I don't want to."
"What's wrong with you?" he was yelling now, "Are you gay?"
I clenched my palms.
How many times do I have to hear something like that?
When will my life ever be driven by my own decisions?
I was furious.
