Dorothy was so terrified by Jeremy's gaze that she dared not move. She failed to understand where this man's malice came from, as they had only met for the first time. It was not until an elegant smile played on his lips as he left, that she came back to her senses. She suddenly grabbed Juelz's arm and asked in a trembling voice, "Is he the man that Germaine likes?" "Yes, it's him. However, he isn't my uncle's biological son. He is just an illegitimate child brought back by my uncle's mistress. Germaine is my uncle's biological daughter, but I don't know what's wrong with her. She has liked that b*stard ever since she was a child, and wanted to marry him. In the end, she was sent to Monticello by grandfather in a fit of rage. Uh... Dory, what happened to you? Were you frightened by Jeremy just now?" When Juelz saw Dorothy's fearful expression, he quickly put his arms around her waist, and took her to the sofa to sit down. He continued with a bitter smile, "Don't worry
Why was Credence calling her? For some reason, Dorothy panicked. She clutched the phone in her palm tightly, and she felt numb. The only thought that was flashing through her mind was that Credence was calling her at 12 o'clock in the morning. Why was he doing so? She answered the phone with trembling fingers. She was worried that Belle would be awakened from the noise, so she slipped on her slippers nervously and walked towards the bathroom, closing the door. She asked in a low voice, "Credence, it's so late. What can I do for you?" Credence's voice was nowhere to be heard. On the other side of the phone, only Rosalie's cold sneer appeared, "Dorothy, I haven't seen you for six years and I thought that you've given up on Credence already. I didn't expect that with just one call from him, you could become so excited that you would even change your voice. It seems that you still love him." "Unfortunately, he is now my fiancé, and we are lying on the same bed
Juelz was shocked as he had not expected Dorothy and Germaine to arrive so quickly. He remembered they had not been here yet when he had gone out for a smoke. "Dory, you're here. Don't worry, Belle will be fine." Germaine also comforted her. "Don't worry, I'm sure Belle will live a longer and happier life than this." Dorothy, who was already in a state of panic, shook her head hurriedly, and then quickly nodded once more. Tears filled her eyes as she stared at the red light above the operating room doors in a daze. The flickering lights were like her heartbeat; it rose and fell as she grew incredibly anxious. She waited for a long time, and time ticked by slowly, making her worry more and more. After some time, the doors of the emergency room were finally pushed open from inside. The doctor came out and asked in a serious tone, "Who is the child's guardian?" Dorothy came to her senses, walking over and replying in a hoarse voice, "I-I am
It was a gloomy day, looking like it was going to rain. Rosalie and Yvonne sat opposite of each other in a cafe. She took a sip of mocha gracefully, and took the hospital's diagnosis book from Yvonne. She narrowed her eyes as she let out a cold smile. She narrowed her eyes as she let out a cold smile, "So Dorothy's daughter Belle is suffering from leukemia?" "That's right." Yvonne nodded her head. A sinister grin played on her lips as she continued, "Sandy had only pushed Belle gently, but she immediately started bleeding and got sent to the hospital. At that time, I had suspected that there might be a big problem with Belle's health." "So, yesterday afternoon, I deliberately looked for the two employees in the Fisher Group. Sorry, Rosalie, I asked for them by using your name." "The two of them had children who were studying in that kindergarten too. After I gave them some benefits, they promised to help. I proposed a plan, and the two of them
Dorothy reluctantly smiled as she nodded to the man in the driver's seat of the Bentley, "Hello, Mr. Sherman." When faced with this malicious man with sinister intentions, her heart felt uneasy. "Where are you going? Let me give you a ride." "Thank you, but there's no need for that." Out of the corner of his eye, Dorothy saw a taxi coming over. She immediately rejected his offer, turned around and ran towards the taxi next to him. Unexpectedly, Jeremy jumped out of the car and blocked her way. He wore a pair of black trousers, and his expression was cold and sharp. He let out an icy laugh and commented, "Miss Fisher, no one in Talco City dares refuse me." Not only was this man rude, but he was also arrogant. He did not look like a man who would go soft on anyone at all. Dorothy failed to have a good impression of Jeremy. She did not want to provoke him, nor did she want to talk to him. She pretended to not hear anything and picked up her mobile
"Mommy!" "Dory, what's wrong? Doctor, please help!" Belle's shrill screams, along with Germaine's shouts, were mixed together as it echoed throughout the entire ward. It all happened so fast that Germaine even forgot she was a doctor. She was so anxious that she had no idea what to do. However, Dorothy remained quiet. She held her daughter's small hand tightly with her slender fingers, reluctant to loosen her grip. A sad and broken smile was painted on her drowsy face. She was thirty-two years old. It was not as if she did not have any desires or regrets. Over the years, she had yearned for Credence to stay by her side, for him to watch their daughter grow up. Whenever Belle cried for her father, she would always feel like a rock had smashed into her heart. The only thing that she had ever done wrong was falling in love with Credence. But why did the heavens want to take their revenge on Belle? Jonathan had accompanied Credence to t
"I'm her godfather. Is there anything wrong with that?" After Juelz finished his meeting, he realized that he had over two dozen missed calls from Dorothy. He thought that something urgent had happened, so he pushed away a lot of important contracts that needed to be signed. Upon rushing to the ward, he happened to hear Jonathan's questioning. He was worried that Germaine, who had a direct personality, would blurt out the truth in the spur of the moment, so he quickly gave an answer. Jonathan pinched his cigarette, and smiled as if he was watching a good show. "So, you're just a godfather. We don't have a problem with that, absolutely no problem at all." At first glance, it sounded like there really wasn't anything wrong with the matter. However, after giving it a second thought, it seemed like there was a hidden meaning in his words. However, Jonathan was not the star of the show, and Juelz's focus was not on him at all. He only glared at him for a few seconds
After work, Dorothy packed up, and was ready to leave the office. Then, a handsome man dressed in a suit sidled up to her. He raised his hand to the bridge of his nose, took off his sunglasses in a coquettish way, and continued to give her flirtatious looks. "My dear Dory, let's go. Let me take you to somewhere good." Dorothy was stunned by both his looks and his words. She pushed him away with a smile and asked, "Did you win the lottery? Why are you so happy?" "What are you talking about? I'm happy because I've found a chance for us to draw blood from Credence." Juelz acted as if he did not notice Dorothy's reluctance. He went up to her and put his arm around her shoulders like he usually did. He was in high spirits because of his excitement, "Let's go. This time, I'm 100% sure that we can get what we want." "Are you being serious? Tell me where we are going first." Juelz raised an eyebrow, "I heard that Credence, Jonathan, and the others will be pa
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