Greg's hands paused, still holding her hair. His eyes filled with regret.
"I didn't know," he replied, his voice laced with regret.
"The setup was done by James," Greg explained. "He was scared that I might have erectile dysfunction." His eyes clouded, recalling the circumstances.
"The rumor about me being gay or a monk didn't faze him," Greg continued, "but when he heard that I might be carrying the family's 'curse', James panicked and immediately took things into his own hands."
"Curse? What curse?" Valarie asked, her brows furrowing.
Greg paused, collecting his thoughts.
"The Sinclair family has a... complicated history," he began, hesitating. "There's a case of genetic erectile dysfunction in our lineage. Some call it a curse."
Valerie's eyes widened, surprise etched on her face.
