Rosalie looked at the video of her being pressed onto the cold floor by a few gangsters as she screamed miserably. Her face immediately turned pale. She really did not expect Credence to have such a trick up his sleeve. Now that the video was being played in court, she had to do as he said. If she did not defend Dorothy, the video would start popping up all over the Internet. By that time, the whole world would know that Rosalie had been taken advantage of by thugs. She would be like that famous actress, who had her nudes exposed, that she had ever read on the news. She would never be able to face anyone else ever again. She would forever be labeled as a slut. At the thought of that, Rosalie shivered, turned around and looked at Credence with a pitiful gaze. He was sitting steadily in the courtroom like as solid as a mountain. Upon seeing his frigid gaze, her body trembled, and tears came out from the corner of her eyes. She turned to look at the judge on the stage an
Dorothy recognized him at once. He was Kingston, the person who had helped her in court. She nodded politely at him. She greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Yates." Kingston noticed how generous she was. She did not even feel resentful for having to stay in prison for half a year, and he immediately held a good impression of her. He said in a soft tone, "Hello, Miss Dorothy. You see, the reason I am here to see you is that there are some things I want to tell you in person." Dorothy was flustered, for she did not quite understand the situation clearly. The man in front of her was in his forties, but he was the most powerful lawyer in Talco City. She had only met him once on this day, and she had never interacted with him before. His attitude was gentle, thus Dorothy could not find a reason to refuse his request even if she wanted to. When she came back to her senses, she hesitated for a while, but Kingston did not give her any chance to hesitate. Before she cou
Benjamin noticed that Credence, who should have been leaning against the black executive chair, had fallen heavily on the floor with his eyes closed. His handsome face was pale and haggard. Sweat covered his forehead, and his chest heaved up and down as he breathed heavily and disorderly. The thunderous sound he had heard from outside had been the sound of Credence falling from the chair to the ground. "Mr. Scott, what happened to you?" Benjamin noticed that there was something wrong with him. Credence was even twitching occasionally. Feeling uneasy in his heart, he was so shocked that he held his breath and quickly called Jonathan, "Mr. Stanton, Mr. Scott has suddenly fallen unconscious. Right, all right, I will send him to the hospital right now." After hanging up on the call, Benjamin immediately called another assistant to help carry the unconscious Credence to the back seat of the car. Then, he got into the car and drove all the way to the hospital. A
The medical report stated that Credence had Gastrointestinal perforation, and his stomach was in the worst condition it could possibly be in. The report stated that Credence's gastric problems were incredibly serious. If his condition continued on, the perforation was very likely to grow into a malignant tumor. By that time... Jonathan took in a deep breath. He quickly gave the medical report to Benjamin. Benjamin was shocked. He subconsciously took out his phone and was about to call Dorothy. When he heard the busy dial tone on the phone, he realized that Dorothy was in prison. Even if the call could be connected, she could not answer the phone. Seeing Jonathan's confused look, Benjamin smiled at himself mockingly and said, "I'm sorry. Whenever Mr. Scott is ill, I would always call Mrs. Scott and let her know about it." Had Dorothy not taken care of Credence's stomach and intestines throughout these four years, Credence's stomach problems, which had been
Dorothy was in the women's prison. Taking the fact that she was pregnant into consideration, Mr. Worley had long arranged plans for her. He specifically assigned her simple tasks to do to pass the time. There was an hour break between ten o'clock in the morning to three o'clock in the afternoon. Dorothy's job was to make hand-made children's dolls. There was no limit to how many dolls she had to make, as long as she did not stop working. The queen bee in the prison held malicious intentions towards the young and beautiful Dorothy. On her first day in prison, she was stopped halfway on her way to lunch. The woman stretched her hand out and asked Dorothy to pay her protection fees. If she did not give it to her, she would beat Dorothy up. Although Dorothy had never encountered such a thing, she had been living in the Fisher family for over twenty years, and it was way worse than prison. She had long learned to be fearless upon facing such situations. S
Dorothy's heart skipped a beat after she finished speaking. She averted his gaze swiftly and silently waited for Credence's reply. She had mixed feelings of anticipation, apprehension, and bitterness. After that, she waited for a long time, but Credence still did not give her a reply. What Credence gave her was a long silence and indifference. Dorothy's eyes were brimming red, and she could not help but mock herself for being sentimental again. He did not even want to give her a perfunctory reply. If so, how could she have the courage to go back to experience the miserable life again? In the end, there was still a hint of dissatisfaction in her heart. Taking a deep breath, Dorothy asked him again in a sad and cold voice, "Credence, have you ever loved me?" "Do I love her?" he thought. Credence was also secretly asking the same question in his heart. During the four years of marriage, he did indeed enjoy making love to her. He was ob
However, no matter how sad she was, life went on and the future was worth looking forward to. In order to ensure that the baby in her belly was not malnourished, even if Dorothy was feeling miserable, she would still force herself to eat a lot of food at dinner. After feeling a bit full, she walked back and forth leisurely around the prison room, which was less than five meters square wide. Under the guidance of a prison guard, Juelz walked into the prison with bags of all sizes under his arms. Gazing at Dorothy who seemed to be at ease, Juelz could not help but smile, "Dory, I'm here to visit the child and you. Come and see what kind of good things I've brought today." He brought a bunch of baby clothing. The most amusing things he had gotten were milk bottles and imported milk powder. He bought a dozen milk bottles, red ones, yellow ones, purple ones, blue ones, all kinds of colors. Dorothy reached out and held a lovely milk bottle in her hand. She could
Credence unlocked the door with his fingerprint and walked into the large living room with heavy steps. He walked along the corridor and went towards the guest room. The closer he got to the carved door, the slower his footsteps were. He walked alone in the empty corridor, and suddenly, he wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm his disordered heartbeat. He knew that it was impossible for Dorothy to appear in the room, yet he still had a ridiculous illusion, as if nothing had happened between Dorothy and him, and that they had never divorced. Even though their relationship was cold, their bodies were still close. As for Dorothy, he hoped that she never left nor went to prison. He hoped she was still the same as she had been for the past four years, laying in a daze on his bed while wearing a simple nightgown. He hoped she was still listening to some relaxing music as she waited for him to come home. Unfortunately, these were all dreams in the past that could n
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