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
At about nine o'clock in the morning, Rosalie drove her beloved luxury car to the trunk road of Blues Cafe. She carefully recalled what Credence had said—'Only you and I will be there'. She was in a good mood as she slowly curled her lips, and a bright smile bloomed on her face. She was younger, more slender, and gentler than Dorothy. Whatever Dorothy could do, she could do better than her. She was confident that she would be able to win over Credence's heart! When she answered the phone, for some unknown reason, she had deliberately recorded the audio of Credence's call, and saved it into her memory card. She had only done it subconsciously back then, but now... Rosalie's hands, which had been holding onto the steering wheel, suddenly turned the car to the left and headed towards Talco City's police station. This was something that was definitely worth celebrating. She had to show it off in front of Dorothy. ...... Dorothy, who was in the dete
Feeling satisfied, Rosalie left the detention room and drove over to Blues Cafe. Credence had made an appointment at 11 o'clock, and she had ample time to get there. Ever since she heard that the last little thug had been killed inside the hospital's operating room, her anxious heart had finally calmed down. He was already dead, hence he could not testify anymore. So what if Credence had doubts about her? Rosalie walked out of the elevator, and gracefully made her way to the private room on the top floor. When she passed by a male waiter and looked at his tray of wine and glasses, she felt a jolt in her heart. "Hold on." The male waiter stopped in his tracks and smiled politely, "Miss, may I ask what you need?" Rosalie found the surveillance camera's blind spot and took out a stack of bills from her bag, throwing them onto the tray. She said with a cold expression, "I need you to do me a favor." "W-what is it?" The male waiter nerv
Credence walked out of the room and looked at the elevator. He watched as the doors of the elevator opened. Benjamin was walking quickly towards him. He greeted him in a hurry. Behind him were several gangsters who looked obscene. Each of them seemed to have won five million dollars from the lottery. They were smirking while following Benjamin. Not only would they have a woman to sleep with, they would even be paid. It was like a gift from the heavens above. Benjamin walked to the door and raised his head to look at the indifferent Credence. He respectfully reported, "Mr. Scott, I have brought some people over, and we have reached an agreement with the price. Shall I let them in now?" These few hooligans from the suburbs usually robbed other people and stole from them. They had never seen such a high-end place, nor had they ever met a man as successful as Credence, who looked handsome and elegant. He was so cold and powerful that his aura alone could kill people. All
It was Credence's university friend, Yadriel Worley from the police station who had called him. After exchanging a few courteous greetings, Yadriel quickly got to the point. He asked, "Credence, Dorothy is about to go to court. How is your investigation going?" "As expected, the victim has agreed to help her clear her crimes, and is willing to negotiate about the terms and accept compensation too." Credence was tightly gripping the phone in his hands as he spoke with a calm but cold expression on his face. "Great, I'm almost done here too. See you on Monday." It was the weekend, and it was less than two days until Monday. His face was cold, and there was not a single emotion in his deep eyes. Credence walked into the parking lot. As soon as he sat in the car, he heard the sound of someone politely knocking on his car window right as his well-defined hands rested on the steering wheel. "Mr. Scott, what a coincidence to meet you here. I hap
Rosalie laid on the cold floor for a long time. When she slowly felt her strength coming back to her, she picked up the bottle of the ointment and placed her elbows on the floor to support herself up. She walked into the bathroom and cleaned her face and body from the dirt and bloodstains. As she was wiping the blood between her legs, she could not help but sob loudly. All this while, she had been keeping her precious virginity for Credence. She wanted to keep it until their marriage. However, she had never expected this to happen. The underground parking lot incident of her being humiliated that she had made up had aroused Credence's distrust and suspicion. He had even secretly arranged for a doctor to check on her body without her knowledge. He had been able to ensure that she was still a virgin. When Credence had thrown the medical reports at her feet, she knew that he had found out that she had entirely been slandering Dorothy all this time. Those thugs had
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