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Dorothy

Raphael's face turned red, his voice firm but controlled, "mother, don't play dumb with me, I know you have been riding Sophia about having a child, and I won't stand for it, she is my wife and I won't let you bully her like this."

Mrs. Martins looked up from her book, her eyes cold and calculating. "Oh, so you're defending her now? You think she's so innocent? She's the one who can't even give you a child, Raphael. She's the one who's failing our family."

Raphael's anger boiled over, his words sharp as a knife. "That's enough, Mother! Sophia is not failing our family. She's my wife, and I love her, children or no children. And even if she can't bear children, that's not her fault. It's not her alone who determines that."

Mrs. Martins snorted, her voice dripping with disdain. "You're so blind, Raphael. You're so caught up in your love for her that you can't see the truth. She's not worthy of our family name."