Her voice full of disbelief, she asked, "What…?"
"I said, you are infertile."
"Do not be ridiculous. Who are you to try to judge something like that? The barren one is not me, but you! I am not the infertile one! You are the one who is infertile!"
"Right. My body does not allow me to bear children," Patrizia replied dryly. "But I am saying, that is the same for you."
"What nonsense are you spouting on about? Do you have any evidence?"
"Indeed." Patrizia answered her question with a blank expression. "I am the evidence."
"What kind of bullshit is that…"
"Because I am the one who made you infertile," Patrizia casually continued with her explanation.
"Do you remember the perfume I gave you as a gift a long time ago? The perfume contains specific ingredients that cause infertility. It is made of unique flowers that are only found in the Brahms Islands."
"…"