Outside the laboratory. Dorothy stood there in a daze as she dared not move at all. In truth, she was nervous and afraid. The most excruciating part of the whole process was the waiting. Every minute was suffering for her, especially as it was about her daughter's illness. Luckily, Dr. Lanes did not take too long. After a while, Dr. Lanes came out and handed her a medical report before he said with a hint of disappointment, "Miss Fisher, have a look." Dr. Lanes did not say that Credence's bone marrow was a match, nor did he say that it was not. However, Dorothy could tell that something was amiss from the doctor's expression. The medical report in her hand felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds. She had no courage to look at the conclusion printed in the last section of the report. Her heartbeat was disordered, and she could feel a bad premonition in her heart. "Dr. Lanes, I am mentally prepared. Just tell me! I can accept the results no matte
For some reason, when Credence saw Juelz hugging Dorothy tightly as he comforted her and wiped away her tears, he felt extremely uncomfortable. His chest had been wrapped in gauze, and the wounds on his ribs were so painful that it felt like knives stabbing him with every breath he took. Then, he closed his eyes and opened them fiercely. A cold look could be seen on his face. He felt like his woman had been robbed from him by another man. Next, he revealed a sneer. Of course not. She was just a cheater. Thus, whoever she threw herself at, whoever she fell in love with, had nothing to do with him. Credence had always been good at controlling his emotions. A sharp glint flashed through his eyes, but soon, it vanished without a trace. Meanwhile, Marvin was still as serious and stern as ever. He ignored Dorothy and Juelz as he only focused on sending Credence to the VIP ward, not caring about anything else. If Dorothy was still Crede
Credence looked up at her with a heavy gaze, taking in the sweet fragrance exuding from her body. He stared at Rosalie in front of him. Her long hair cascaded behind her head, and her face was flushed pink with anticipation. She looked at him with teary eyes filled with love. She had asked him if she could move in with him after he got better. He replied, "There's no need for that. We'll talk about all that after we get married." He lowered his gaze and held back the sudden empty feeling in his heart as he cruelly refused her proposal. Every time Rosalie tried to get closer to him, he could feel a weak voice in the deepest parts of his heart shouting into his brain, telling him that things should not happen this way. It told him he could not be with this woman. Whenever he got close to her, he did not feel any desire for her. Neither his body nor his soul would react to her at all. "Fine, Credence. Rest well. I will go back and make some
Icily, he asked her, "What difficulties do you have?" When she heard Credence's familiar yet cold voice, her body gradually stiffened. Her flustered heartbeat came to a halt, suffocating her. Turning around, she saw Credence standing around two meters away from her, his dark eyes filled with indifference. Devoid of expression on his good-looking face, he walked towards her. He did not even raise his eyebrows, and the only mask on his face was of loath and disgust. Dorothy's face turned uncontrollably pale as she said nervously, "I must apologize, but I'm not at liberty to tell you the real reason, but please believe me. If I didn't have no other choice, I would not have come back to disturb you and your happiness..." "Do you think that I will believe those lies of yours?" Credence silently stared at her for a little while. At the trembling yet feigning conscientious woman in front of him, he let out a cold smile. He took big strides, passing by Dorot
"Credence, I didn't mean to test your patience. I just love you too much, and I'm dying to become your woman. I've been waiting for this day, for a very, very long time." Rosalie spoke softly, grievances coloring her tone. At the same time, she snuck her hand into Credence's black nightgown. Her seemingly soft and gentle fingers slid down the skin on his back, stroking him in circles. Brows furrowed tightly, Credence took a deep breath. Suddenly, he turned around and took a few steps away from her. His handsome face was expressionless as he replied, "I am very tired now, and I want nothing more than to rest." "Credence, I've always had you in my heart. I really love you, and I want to sleep in the same bed with you. Don't you want me at all?" Rosalie's delicate face was flushed with shyness. Her watery eyes were filled with deep emotions as she stared at Credence, never blinking. As he walked back, she shimmied up and hurled herself into his chest, pressin
"You gotta conquer him before ending him, of course. Shucks, no, you'll f*ck him then make your escape." Beaming with the sun's very own radiance, Germaine leaned over to Dorothy's ear and whispered, "Here's a piece of exclusive news: Credence Scott has a very important business exchange in Talco Hotel the day after tomorrow, one that does not allow for him to bring a female companion. On that day, just listen to my plan. Without any obstruction from that two-faced hypocrite, Rosalie Fisher, I promise that you will have the chance to sleep with Credence without a hitch." After that, she explained her plan to Dorothy carefully. Although Dorothy felt that everything would go to waste if she made even one mistake, in the end, she was still convinced by Germaine's words. Germaine shrugged as she helplessly spread her arms open, raising her eyebrows as she smiled, "What? You have a better plan than this?" Dorothy shook her head, "I don't." For the past few days
Marvin had to admit that although his father was old and his mind was not that sharp, his taste for women was still as sharp as the one he had had in his younger days. With just one glance, he had taken a fancy to Credence's ex-wife, Dorothy. That alone was enough to make her his daughter-in-law. What great taste he had! He could not help but send a reply to George. [Dad, can you stop messing around? The woman you have your eyes on is Credence's ex-wife.] George had probably been startled by the stark revelations of Dorothy's identity as he stopped sending any messages laced with harassing intent. Marvin laughed a few times and showed the photo on his phone in Credence's face. "Credence, my dad's so muddle-headed. He set his eyes on Dorothy and wanted the two of us to get into a relationship. If she wasn't your ex-wife, my dad would have dragged her into the presidential suite long ago and tricked me into sleeping with her." Jonathan came up and sai
After half an hour, the waiter came out of the suite and walked straight to Germaine. He nodded and said, "Relax, Mr. Scott has drunk a lot of that wine." "Okay, great. You can go now." Germaine immediately stuffed the remaining stack of cash into the waiter's hands. She grew excited as she imagined the scene that would unfold later onwards. She took a few deep breaths, calming herself down. After that, she stood where she was and waited. Sure enough, in less than ten minutes, Marvin and Jonathan, who had drunk too much as well, appeared in the corridor with their arms around each other's backs. They found their own presidential suites, pushed the doors open and entered. They slammed the door and closed it, proving that they must have gone to rest. When Germaine saw them do so, she narrowed her eyes and smirked like a cunning fox. Now that the two troublemakers had left, it could only mean Credence was the only one left in the room. He was someone th
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