The American TV series "Four-Round Boxing Champion Starts with Shameless"

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Before Viktor could react, two envelopes were slammed onto the table in front of him with a 'thud,' then slid down to Viktor's chest and hit something that was looking up.

"open to take a look."

Veronica said her voice was soft but firm.

Victor's fingers trembled slightly.

He first opened Fiona's envelope, inside which was a hospital ultrasound examination report.

The blurry little dot on the black and white image made his blood freeze instantly.

He turned sharply to Veronica's envelope—the same checklist, the same result, only a week later.

"That's impossible... We used it back then... I'm sure we used it..."

Viktor's voice seemed to come from a great distance, "I'm very experienced in these things, after all, I've always worked in this field."

Fiona calmly interrupted him, "We came four times that night. And there were only three condoms at home."

Veronica added, "And I never use those things. The doctor said I have difficulty getting pregnant, so..."

She shrugged. "For a better experience."

Indeed, the experience was great.

But Victor felt a wave of dizziness.

His special talent—the superhuman life force granted by his steel kidneys—has now become the worst curse.

He stared at the two test reports, his mind racing to calculate the dates—they matched perfectly.

Does Sean know?

This was the first question that popped into Viktor's mind.

Fiona's expression hardened: "That's why we broke up. He thought I cheated on him, but in fact..."

She pointed to the medical report, "Technically speaking, we just had sex while drunk."

You fucking had sex while drunk!

A scumbag is a scumbag!

Victor took a big gulp of whiskey, the alcohol burning his throat but unable to dispel the chill in his heart.

"What do you want?"

He asked directly, "What do you want?"

"I don't want children."

Fiona's answer was straightforward: "I don't want this child, but I need you to pay for it. Two thousand dollars, including the surgery and follow-up examinations."

Viktor felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Although it was an accident, hearing that someone wanted to end his child's life still made him instinctively resist.

"We can talk about other options..."

Viktor said hesitantly.

There was no other choice.

Fiona's eyes were resolute. "I've just gotten rid of the Galagg family's mess. I won't let an accident ruin my chance to start over."

"No other choice?"

"You can give birth to the baby and I will raise it."

Victor offered a solution: "I don't think we should kill the child."

"And then I pay child support every month?"

Fiona was heartless. "The greatest torment for him was to be born without a mother, and you and I will not be together. I will not choose you."

So cold and ruthless, it felt as if a knife had been plunged into Viktor's heart, and his gaze fell back down.

Victor's eyes were icy: "Your body belongs to you, you control it, and I'll pay you."

Then he turned to Veronica: "And you?"

Veronica's fingers gently stroked her abdomen, an unconscious movement that sent a shiver down Victor's spine.

“I want to keep him,”

She said softly, "Although I have three children, this may be the only chance I have in my life."

"Does Kevin know?"

Viktor swallowed hard.

Although Veronica and Kevin were not legally married, their relationship was common knowledge in the South District.

"That's exactly what we need to talk about."

Veronica took a deep breath. "I need you to come with me to see Kevin. If he's willing to accept the child, you just need to pay child support. If he isn't..."

Her voice hardened, “Then the child will stay with me, but you’ll have to take on more responsibility.”

Viktor felt a surge of absurdity: "Are you serious? What man would accept his wife being pregnant with another man's child?"

Veronica gave a mysterious smile: "Kevin is no ordinary man."

Yes, Kevin is not an ordinary man, but he is a man too.

Viktor did not object, because there was no way to stop the two of them. So, Viktor took the two of them to get a paternity test.

After receiving the paternity test, Victor confirmed that he was the father of all the children.

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That night, Victor stood in front of Kevin and Veronica's house, a revolver tucked into his belt—just in case.

Veronica knocked on the door, and the moment Kevin opened it, Victor saw the light in his eyes shift from surprise to confusion, and finally to cold anger.

Clearly, Veronica had shown him a medical diagnosis.

"Oh, the South District boxing champion is here!"

Kevin's voice was low and dangerous as his gaze swept back and forth between Victor and Veronica.

Veronica cut straight to the point: "Kevin. The child is Victor's."

Time seems to have frozen.

Kevin's face went from pale to bright red, and the veins on his neck bulged.

Viktor instinctively took a half step back, his hand near his waist.

"What the hell did you say?"

Kevin's voice sounded like it came from hell.

Veronica calmly repeated herself, handing him the ultrasound image and paternity test report.

Kevin stared at the paper, his fingers trembling so much he could barely hold it.

The next second, Kevin charged at Victor like an angry bull.

Victor was prepared. He dodged the first punch with a sidestep and then landed two precise straight punches on Kevin's chin and abdomen.

Kevin staggered backward, bumped into the wall, and slid to the ground.

"Let her finish speaking, Kevin."

"I know this is hard to accept, but violence won't solve anything," Viktor said, panting and maintaining a defensive stance.

Kevin sat on the ground and suddenly began to cry silently.

Veronica immediately knelt beside him, cupped his face in her hands, and explained softly.

Victor stood by, listening to Veronica recount her years of suffering from infertility and what this unexpected pregnancy meant for her.

“We can raise this child together, treat him as your child, just like the previous three, Kevin. Just like we’ve always planned.”

Veronica's voice was full of pleading, "You know how much I want to start a family with you."

Kevin's crying gradually stopped.

He looked up at Victor, his anger replaced by a complex emotion.

"What the hell do you have to say?"

He asked in a hoarse voice.

Victor took a deep breath: "I didn't expect this. But since it has happened, I will take responsibility—pay child support and be involved in the child's upbringing, if that's what you want."

After a long silence, Kevin made a response that shattered Victor's worldview:

He wiped his face and struggled to his feet. “But there’s one condition—on the legal documents, I’m the father. The child will take my surname.”

Victor stared at Kevin in shock—no wonder he was such a ruthless character who would even have his mother-in-law act as a surrogate for the sake of a child. He reached out, hesitated for a moment, and then grasped it.

He spoke softly, but inside he was filled with disbelief and a sense of indescribable loss. After all, it was his own bloodline, yet it had to take someone else's surname.

Kevin's anger remained unabated: "You are no longer my friend!"

The next day, Victor accompanied Fiona to the clinic.

Before the surgery, Fiona was unusually quiet, her fingers gripping the edge of her hospital gown tightly.

"Are you sure?"

Victor asked one last time.

Fiona nodded, a hint of emotion in her eyes that Victor couldn't decipher: "This is the best choice."

She paused for a moment, then said, "But... thank you for coming with me."

When the nurse called Fiona's name, Victor suddenly grabbed her hand: "If you change your mind, it's not too late. I can help, whatever you need."

Fiona looked at him, a weary smile playing on her lips. "You're a good man, Viktor. But you're just a fat guy with no future, and you even came up with a lame excuse for the match."

She let go of his hand and followed the nurse into the operating room.

Victor sat in the waiting area, feeling an unprecedented emptiness.

There is also anger and sadness.