"How am I supposed to go out like this?" Brandon Piers asked in a calm voice.
Abigail replied, "…No one is going to stare at your chest."
It would have been better if Abigail didn't say anything. Her words made Brandon even angrier. He had last casually mentioned he wasn't up to it to spite his grandfather, which led the old man to call for someone to get him to a male clinic. Now everyone in the circle knew he was infertile after a failed surgery.
Now his son had peed all over him again. If he went out like this, who knows what rumors would spread!
"Put the child down, go get me a shirt," Brandon ordered.
"Pullan…"
"You go!" As soon as Abigail mentioned Pullan, the man's voice rose sharply.