CHAPTER 24.5 days to Baby making.

When Ivy reached home, Damian was already inside. He sat in the living room with his legs crossed, engrossed in the doctor's report regarding his condition. Following the doctor's advice, he had decided to try a more aggressive treatment, but the results were still disappointing.

His phone beeped, and he picked it up. It was a message from his doctor: “Mr. Forbes, we will need another 75 days to use the native herbs to assess the outcome.”

Frustrated, he turned his phone upside down and slapped it onto the couch, letting out a deep sigh. Seventy-five days felt like an eternity—more than two months. He couldn’t possibly wait that long, especially when he needed a child to secure his position as boss.

Meanwhile, Ivy stood a few inches away, watching him react. She couldn’t help but wonder what was going through his mind.

She walked closer and sat next to him. “Is everything alright?” she asked calmly, hoping he would share his distress. After all, didn’t they say a problem shared is