When Dorothy woke up, she found herself lying in an empty ward. There was not a single person close to her. She only felt dizzy and weak. She seemed to have thought of something and suddenly lifted the quilt. There was a piece of dry dark red spot on the dark blue sheets, and it made her heart sink. The hospital's disinfectant had a strong pungent smell, which filled her every nerve. Her face was pale and her heart was thumping wildly. She quickly reached her hand out to touch her slightly protruding abdomen. Her entire body trembled slightly. Her baby...She must not let anything happen to her baby! Shortly after she woke up, a doctor came to the ward. The doctor looked at her and carefully told her, "You fainted due to excessive mourning. After we examined you, we found out that you have a slight onset of depression. Fortunately, the baby in your belly is safe for the time being." "However, you must remember to be more careful in the future. Do not
Jonathan had never seen Credence look so defeated. For a moment, he did not know how to comfort him. What was more, Credence had always been a decisive man, so what he needed was not comfort. After thinking for a while, Jonathan took a box of cigarettes out of his pocket. He lit a cigarette and put it in Credence's hands. After he lit another cigarette and took a few puffs, he sighed helplessly, "Credence, you still don't know much about women. In my opinion, Dorothy once loved you immensely herself. It's impossible for her to divert her affection to another man so quickly and have sex with him." "I know more about women than you do. They are not like us men, who can go to bed with anyone even if we don't have any feelings for them. Women are only willing to sleep with the man that they truly love." "In conclusion, women do the deed because of love, while men love due to sexual desires?! Since Dorothy loves you so much, she would never have sex with another man within
At the unlatched door across the room, a man stood in the corridor outside. He held Rosalie's medical report in one hand, and placed his other hand in the pocket of his suit gracefully. He looked at Dorothy silently as she laid on the bed. He smiled as he watched her fingers intertwined with Juelz's. He watched as she met Juelz's gaze, her eyes filled with passionate love. Her face was flushed red. Credence watched the both of them in silence, his face cold. He had been busy looking around for all kinds of evidence to prove that she had been framed by Rosalie, but here she was, lying on the bed with another man as they whispered to each other— So what if he had ordered Benjamin to send her the divorce certificate? If she really loved him that much, how could she have accepted Juelz in such a short time? Or perhaps, their love had been nothing special at all. He shifted his cold gaze from Dorothy and Juelz's hands towards her bulging abdom
At eight o'clock in the morning, Credence's villa in the suburbs was brightly lit. He had stayed up all night, his eyes entirely bloodshot. He opened the door of the study and walked out. Suddenly, he heard Maria's quiet but exasperated voice from the guest room on the first floor. "Miss Rosalie, you can't take all of Mrs. Scott's belongings away. What if Mrs. Scott needs these things when she comes back?" Maria watched as Rosalie ordered people to move Dorothy's belongings away. She was furious. This woman was Mrs. Scott's sister, and although she looked sweet and innocent, in truth, she was not a good person at all. She was constantly trying to seduce Mr. Scott and she wanted to take Mrs. Scott's position. She was utterly shameless. During this period of time, she did not know what kind of fight Mr. Scott had with his wife. She had not returned home for a long time, her phone was turned off, and no one answered it too. Due to those facts, Maria had
Credence's expression was cold and unfathomable. Rosalie suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness and fear overcome her. "Credence, don't ask me more about it. I don't want to recall that painful and terrible experience again!" As she spoke, Rosalie's face suddenly grew pale and distorted. She shook her head painfully, and her face was tear-stricken. She sobbed miserably, "Ah...don't! Who are you? Go away, go away, please, let me go!" "Credence, where are you? Save me, please!" She seemed miserable and crazy, as if she truly was reliving that unbearable time when she had been bullied and humiliated. She did not know what had gone wrong. Credence had clearly already announced his divorce with Dorothy to the public, but she did not feel happy or relaxed at all. On the contrary, she could feel that Credence was becoming more distant, and he was becoming colder towards her. All of those facts caused her to panic. Thus, she had asked a group of porters t
In the Fisher family's villa, Rosalie was wearing beautiful silk pajamas as she stood in the middle of the bedroom. She was making a phone call with one hand, and rubbing her painful temples with her other. Her vicious expression could still be seen through her plain makeup. She was not using her usual phone. She was using a SIM card that she had bought with someone else's identity card, and there was only one number saved in the phone too. After the call was connected, the phone rang for about twenty seconds before someone finally answered. "It's me." Before the other person could even say anything, she anxiously opened her mouth and spoke, "Credence is now starting to suspect me. He even found out that those gangsters that were hired had been sent to Monticello. If he finds those people, it's likely that he will find out everything that I've done before. I don't want to lose Credence, nor do I want to go to jail..." "Could you do me a favor, and make the
'Do you still love Credence?' After listening to Juelz's question, Dorothy fell silent for a long time. That man had rescued her at her most desperate times. She had fallen in love with him at first sight, and she had secretly loved him for ten years. How could she just claim that she did not love him anymore? However, as she looked at Juelz, who was eagerly waiting for her answer, Dorothy could not help but smile, "Juelz, Credence and I are officially divorced. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other. Does it matter if I still love him or not?" "Credence doesn't love me, so he won't love the child in my belly. In order to let my child grow up normally, I can't be with him anymore." "You know how I feel. I have never felt any warmth from my family ever since I was a child. So, I really want to have a complete home. I don't want my child to feel the same harshness as I did, where my life was only filled with coldness and indifference." When
Credence sat in his office. As soon as he turned on his computer to deal with some important things within the company, the phone on his desk suddenly rang loudly. When he saw the flashing name on the screen, a glimmer of light flashed across his eyes. "Marvin, it's me!" After receiving Marvin's bad news that the remaining survivor had died from a gunshot in just a few minutes he had been in the bathroom, Credence furrowed his brows. "Okay, I understand. You should come back earlier. Thank you for your hard work. All the best!" He threw his phone back to where it had been and leaned his head against the back of his chair. Coldness filled his gaze. Without a crucial person's testimony in court, Rosalie would probably not admit that she had framed Dorothy even if she was dead. However, if he did not have incredibly obvious evidence, it would be hard for him to make Rosalie voluntarily participate in court to help Dorothy. He could use anoth
Dorothy and the group didn't buy plane tickets. Instead, Credence used his insane wealth to charter a private jet for them to fly straight to Monticello. Ten hours later, Dorothy and the others arrived at a warm city in the south of Monticello from Talco City, where the north wind whistled past. When she got off the plane, Dorothy felt dizzy. Credence held her in his arms as he gently guided her forward. When she turned around, he saw Yezoo's kind smile, as well as Ysabelle's cold, fake smile. Dorothy suddenly felt uneasey. She lowered her head, pulled back her hair that was hanging from her ear, and asked Credence, "If we really expose her true intentions, do you... do you think that my father... wouldn't be able to accept it?" After getting along with each other for the past few weeks, Dorothy could tell that Yezoo really loved Ysabelle wholeheartedly. He didn't detest her for having worked in nightclubs before this. She concluded that Yezoo was very att
Dorothy looked at Ysabelle, who was standing by the door. She had a bad feeling. She felt that Ysabelle gave off a different vibe compared to Yezoo's kindness. This seemingly noble lady may be her biological mother, but she still felt that something was off about her for some reason. Credence noticed that Dorothy's expression had suddenly soured. He followed her gaze and saw Ysabelle standing with a group of ladies. He immediately pushed the wheelchair to the door and spoke politely but in a somewhat distant manner, "Ysabelle, how long have you been there?" "Not long! Credence, as you can see, Yezoo has hired these nannies for Dorothy. I'm here to see if you need anything else." Ysabelle smiled. The smile on her face was somewhat ambiguous. "I have already arranged for some other people to take care of my wife!" Credence frowned and continued, "However, I've yet to call them over for the time being because Dorothy is still weak." "Well, since you 've already arr
Dorothy recognized this woman who had a sexy body and a pleasant face. She had a good impression of Minnie. She heard Credence mention her a few times from time to time. It seemed like Jonathan was pursuing her. She didn't know how that was going. However, seeing as Jonathan liked to tease Minnie and call her names, she guessed he had little to no chance of winning her over at all. Dorothy slowly turned her head and looked outside the door. She said softly, "I'm fine. I don't need your help right now. My child was only three pounds heavy when he was born. I want to know how he's doing now, and my daughter as well. Her name is Belle. Yesterday, she had a bone marrow transplant operation. The doctor told me that the operation was successful, but I fainted after giving birth to my baby. I don't know how my daughter is doing." Minnie hadn't slept all night. Not only was she looking after Dorothy, she had a hunch that Dorothy would ask these questions right after she woke
Jonathan had a hunch about what was going on. He had been following Credence closely. He stared at Credence's every move with his burning eyes, waiting for the first sign of his weakening. The special drug from Monticello that had been injected into him would last for five hours at most. Credence's body was strong enough to hold on until now. He was able to last for the full five hours. At that moment, Jonathan saw Credence's hands slowly let go of the bed's railings. He was falling backward, Jonathan quickly ran towards him like a gust of wind. He frowned and supported Credence's back. "Credence, hold on, you need to hold on! You mustn't be a cause of concern right now. Dorothy has just given birth. She's so weak that a gust of wind is enough to make her collapse. If she still needs to worry about you, how long do you think she'll last?" The moment he made contact with Credence, Jonathan keenly examined his hands. Credence's muscles and bones seemed to be falling apa
"What's the matter? Why isn't the baby crying?" Dorothy's voice was hoarse, and she looked very worried. She remembered when Belle was born, she wasn't as quiet as this. Her cries were so loud it almost caused the delivery room to collapse. When they heard her loud cries, almost everyone assumed that Belle was a naughty little boy. Instead, she was an adorable and naughty girl. Perhaps she had suffered too much pain and torment when she divorced Credence, and all that despair had affected her in the womb. As a result, when Belle was born, her body was in a poor condition, and she often had to go to the hospital for medicine and infusions. Later, she was diagnosed with leukemia. Fortunately, in the end, Jeremy was kind enough to hand Rosalie, who had matching bone marrow to Belle's, over to them so that they could save her life. Dorothy was elated at the thought that Belle was going to recover. Since Belle's illness could be cured, this little b
Inside the delivery room, Dorothy was given an anesthetic. However, she didn't know whether it was because her nerves were too thick or if the anesthetic didn't have much of an effect on her body. She was still very conscious, and she could very clearly feel the pain. Her stomach felt heavy and was in extreme pain. She felt as though the injection was given to someone else and not her. After struggling for over an hour, she was in so much pain that she had almost turned mad, her mind was in a chaotic state. Her face was as pale as a piece of paper, and she was lying on the delivery bed with sweat all over her body. Her breathing was weak. Sometimes she could breathe properly, sometimes it was difficult. The smell of blood lingered in the air. The attending female doctor continued to cheer her on, "Mrs. Scott, the child hasn't come out yet. Hold on, hold on for a little while longer." Dorothy nodded. As soon as she responded, she suddenly felt her stomach b
When she saw a familiar man rushing inside, Dorothy, who was sweating profusely, and was in so much pain that her vision had gone blurry, thought that she was dreaming. Her pale lips trembled greatly, and her eyes were dull as she looked straight ahead. "Credence, why, why are you here? Your injuries..." Before she fainted, she clearly remembered hearing Jonathan shouting loudly at him, telling him that his body was on the verge of collapse. Where was his wheelchair? Why wasn't anyone helping him push his wheelchair in? He should have gone back to his wheelchair, but why was he suddenly standing in front of her again with such a straight and domineering posture? Dorothy's heart became anxious. She was worried about Credence's body, as well as the child in her womb. Her face turned extremely pale as if she had been thrown into an ice cellar. Her entire body was cold. She was wrapped in two thick quilts as she dealt with the immense pain and shivering cold. The te
Credence raised his hand and massaged his stiff neck. He held that posture for a long time as he stared at the white wall that was connected to the delivery room. His neck was as stiff as a board. It felt numb, sore, and was quite painful. But the pain was nothing to him. He could tolerate it. But on this day, the strain from the gruesome rehabilitation training had begun to spread from his arms to his thighs, torso, and gradually, his entire body. It felt like his muscles were being stabbed with a knife. It was so painful that he, a man who used to train in the special forces, almost couldn't bear it. It was especially painful now that he was standing firmly beside Dorothy as they waited for Belle's bone marrow transplant surgery to end. At 6:30 in the morning, he forced Jonathan to inject him with a stimulant. It was an extremely strong one that could revert his body back to a normal state for a short period of time. However, there were certain rules to
Germaine grabbed the frame of the door and slowly walked out of the toilet. Her face was pale and her body was covered in a cold sweat. She looked like she had just stepped out of a swimming pool. She was wet and sticky all over. During the past month, she had been so worried about Dorothy and Belle's health. She hadn't eaten or slept well for several days, which caused her to have stomach pain and constipation. Every time she went to the toilet, she would be constipated for over half an hour. She tried out all kinds of solutions such as holding her breath, which nearly cost her life. A while ago, while she was waiting outside Belle's operating room, she felt unbearable pain in her stomach and rushed to the bathroom. After over half an hour of torment, she was finally done. Just as she was about to pull up her trousers and leave, she heard someone walk in with high-heels. Then, the woman who walked in closed the door and made a phone call. As soon as the woman s