Substitute Wife, Genius CEO novel Chapter 20

Before leaving, Zelda couldn't help but worry, considering the delicate nature of Xavier's injury.

"Sweetheart, why don't you go to the hospital and get checked out?" she urged. "Summer hit you so hard. If there's any permanent damage, you need to treat it immediately. While you're at it, get a full fertility workup. It's been five years, and Summer hasn't shown a single sign of getting pregnant again."

Xavier waved her off. "Mom, I'm perfectly fine. Just go check on my brother."

Xavier had never once doubted his own virility, always priding himself on his stamina and performance in bed.

So a medical check was completely unnecessary.

If Summer had known, she would have burst out laughing and thanked the heavens for his blind arrogance. Because if the family ever discovered Xavier suffered from severe male infertility and a critically low sperm count, there was no way they would ever grant her custody of Leo.

Let alone allow her to change Leo's last name.

Since Xander was in a vegetative state and had no children, Leo was the sole heir to the current generation of Sterlings.

Outside, Summer was about to lead Leo into her car when Willard, the patriarch's ruthless enforcer, aggressively blocked their path.

"Mrs. Sterling, the young master has evening classes. You cannot take him anywhere."

"Willard, can I take the night off?" Leo asked. "I promise to make up the classes tomorrow."

Willard stared down at him with an inflexible, robotic expression. "Young master, you already have tomorrow's curriculum to complete. Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today. Have you forgotten?"

Carlson's expectations for Leo were borderline tyrannical.

He had loaded the boy's schedule with endless private tutoring from elite professors.

He had even hired top-tier educational strategists to design a brutally optimized, scientific curriculum specifically for him.

The schedule was aggressively updated every month, tailored to the changing seasons and Leo's academic progress.

Every single minute of his day was micromanaged and accounted for.

Summer had always believed a child's youth was fleeting. There was no need to enforce such an agonizingly stressful, competitive environment when mental and physical health were far more important.

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