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
Jonathan was extremely angry on the other end of the line. Smashing some things, he said angrily, "Credence, I will never donate my blood again. I'll really beat the sh*t out of Caleb the next time I see him. He's as much of an a*shole as his daughter! On the 10th of every month, he'll put on an act and stop people from drawing blood if they don't give him some benefits. What a f*cking b*tch!" As Credence heard what Jonathan said, his expressions darkened. Back then, Caleb and the Fisher Group had gotten a lot of benefits from him thanks to a real estate project development. However, due to the fact that Rosalie had secretly plotted against Dorothy multiple times, not only did he terminate the cooperation with the Fisher Group, he even severely dragged Caleb's company stock down. It was currently normal for Credence to refuse to draw blood. Back then, he had never cared about the benefits that Jonathan would give Caleb, as long as he could draw some blood and gi
Caleb and Linda were confused. They stared at each other for a few seconds. Finally, Caleb braced himself and asked, "Credence, what's this?" Credence narrowed his eyes by a little as he lit a cigarette. He took a puff and turned his gaze towards Victor. Victor sensed Credence's sharp gaze and immediately understood what he meant. He took two steps forward and stood before Caleb and Linda. He then picked up the stack of solid evidence he had worked hard to compile. A contemptuous smile appeared on his shrewd face. Victor lightly coughed twice and spoke with fervor and assurance, "Two years ago, Mr. Scott's father lost his footing on the balcony. On the surface, it seemed like Dorothy was the one who had pushed him, but the truth suggests otherwise. Dorothy may have likely been framed, and the person who had caused Dorothy to take the blame is very likely to be Rosalie, your own daughter." "That's impossible." Caleb had been working in the business world fo
It was twelve o'clock at noon. In a VIP ward of Jonathan's hospital, Credence watched as an attending doctor accepted 400cc of Caleb's blood from Jonathan and then walked back into the room. From the doctor's serious expression, he could tell that Sheldon's condition was none too optimistic. It had been two years, yet still, no miracles had happened. In his heart, Credence was at a loss. When it came to accidents or diseases, it mattered not how powerful or wealthy he was for he could not wake Sheldon up. Apart from arranging the best medical treatments, he could not do anything else apart from waiting and resigning himself to fate. Through the transparent glass window, Credence could clearly see Sheldon lying quietly on the bed, transparent tubes stuck all over his body. His eyes still tightly shut, and no improvements could be observed. After the attending doctor transfused the blood into Sheldon, he asked the nurse to focus on massaging his
Leaning languidly in the passenger's seat, Dorothy felt her child's naughty movements in her belly as she talked to Juelz about leaving the city. She rolled down the car windows and enjoyed the cool breeze of the autumn wind blowing on her face. The animated Juelz was also making gestures on the map to figure out where they were going to relocate. While they were talking and joking around, none of them noticed a black car following them from behind. Ivana, geared up in full uniform, sat in the co-pilot's seat, donning a pair of sunglasses that covered half of her face while listening to Dorothy and Juelz's conversation. She gently tapped on the steering wheel and fell into deep thought. Juelz finally helped Dorothy determine her final destination. He took an object out and handed it to Dorothy with a smile, "Dory, take this. It's a rosary I got from a church for you. It's a prayer so that your child can live a good life in the future, and we won't ever have to come to
Six years later, in Talco City's airport. A young woman in a sleeveless black dress stood out among the crowd. She was tall with a curvy figure, her long black hair cascading behind her. Her skin was fair and bright, and her delicate face looked so gorgeous that she could compare to a celebrity. She carried a small blue suitcase in one hand and held a little girl with her other, walking out of the airport in a leisurely manner. The little girl's brown hair was curled naturally, and she wore a lacy white dress. Her eyes were large and watery like the sea, looking as lovely as Snow White. After taking a few more steps, the little girl's face turned pale. She tugged at the hem of Dorothy's skirt with her little hands, "Mommy, I'm so tired. When is Germaine coming to pick us up?" Dorothy could tell that her daughter's strength was getting worse. She squatted down and wiped the sweat off Belle's face. After that, she pecked her slightly pale face, saying in a g
Dorothy's home was actually a house in the urban area under Germaine's name. It covered an area of about 100 square meters, with three bedrooms and one living room. With simple and practical decorations, it contrasted Germaine's usual luxurious style. The most important thing was that it was incredibly close to Credence's company, which would only take her about ten minutes to reach. That was the reason why Dorothy had chosen to live in this house, even picking it over Germaine's other luxurious villa. "Dory, since you like to keep a low profile, I've decorated this house in a simple manner. However, I've changed all the pillows and quilts to new ones for you. Belle is asleep, so just bring her to the children's room as soon as possible." As Germaine spoke, she fished out the keys and opened the door. Dorothy followed her from behind, holding the fast asleep Belle and walked into the living room. She followed Germaine's guidance and entered the room that had been fil
Deluged with the ups and downs of her past memories, Dorothy did not sleep well for the entire night, assaulted by a headache. She had a bad dream. In the dream, not only did that man in her heart give Rosalie a grand wedding that shocked the whole world, she had even given birth to a pair of fraternal twins, who were both gorgeous. They were his spitting image, and anyone who so much as looked at them could tell that they were Credence's children. They were nothing like Belle, who had golden hair and blue eyes, looking not an inch similar to Credence. No one would believe that Belle was Credence's biological daughter. At first, when Belle had been born, even Dorothy was unable to admit that she had borne a child who resembled nothing like the two of them. It was only until she had taken great care of Belle in her difficult times that she could feel Belle's cuteness and loveliness. She slowly fell in love with the child that belonged to her and only her. W
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