Dorothy shed silent tears as she pleaded with the unscrupulous man above her. She could not help but tremble. Credence had already gone insane and he could not see her nor hear her at all. No matter how much she begged or cried, all her efforts were futile. It hurt so much! Pain was the only thing she felt, reaching into the deepest parts of her soul. She was in so much torture that she could not stand it anymore. Dorothy was like a broken doll as she could only lay on the floor. When Credence suddenly parted his thin lips to bite hers, she finally couldn't endure the pain. Thus, she cried out, "Ouch!" Faced with such extreme humiliation, she let out agonizing sobs. "Credence, you b*stard, let go of me! Let go of me!" However, that crazy man no longer paid her cries much attention. His thin lips left her bloody ones, and he bit Dorothy's neck. Under the dim white lights, her fair skin was bloody red, and making look even more beauti
"Credence, stop it right now!" She looked at Credence, who wanted nothing more than to kill Juelz on the spot, and she felt a strong pain in her heart. She had always known how cruel and merciless this man was, but she was still hoping that he would still care about her in her heart. However, the only thing she got from him was his cruelty, and she kept receiving it over and over again. At the moment, she really despised herself. She knew that Credence had absolutely no feelings for her at all, thus why did she always have such high expectations towards him? As of the current moment, she could only watch Juelz get beaten to death helplessly, not being able to do anything about it at all. Dorothy stood in front of Juelz to protect him. She raised her head and glared at Credence angrily, a cold chill running all over her body. She used to think of him as her world, that she would be satisfied if she had him. However, the only thing that rem
Dorothy turned her head and saw Rosalie staring at her with her delicate face full of simple makeup. Her damp eyes were filled with immense hatred, and her beautiful face looked ferocious. "Dorothy, why did you come back? Why must you seduce Credence continuously? You've ruined my relationship with Credence. You must be feeling very proud and happy, don't you?" Rosalie was showing Dorothy the extent of her hatred towards her. Dorothy was flustered for a moment, but then she came back to her senses. She forced herself to calm down. She looked at her and said calmly, "I told you a long time ago. I'm not here for Credence. I have my own reasons for coming back." "It must be for your precious daughter, huh?" "How do you know?" Dorothy's eyes widened immediately. Rosalie looked at Dorothy's frightened look and smiled smugly. "Dorothy, there are a lot of things that I know. Not only do I know that Belle has leukemia, but I also know that Belle is Credence's biol
Upon seeing Credence's gloomy expression at that moment, Dorothy was terrified as she screamed and retreated backward. "Stop, Credence! What are you going to do?" His cold and stern face was gloomier than an abyss as his eyes stared straight at the woman who was continuously retreating in fear. Her small face was deathly pale, tears sparkled in her eyes, and her entire body trembled continuously. Yet, those were not enough to hide her stunning beauty. Who would have thought that such a beautiful woman would have a heart that was even more vicious than a poisonous snake? At about six o'clock this morning, he had made a phone call on this bed and asked about his father's condition. In the end, a group of unknown hooligans had appeared in the hospital in the morning, waiting for an opportunity to kill his father, Sheldon. Something like this had happened before, too. For the sake of his father's safety, Credence had transferred his father to a secret ho
Dorothy asked, "I'm cheap, but she's kind. Is that what you think?" She felt the situation was so ironic that her heart turned numb. She stared at Credence and gritted her teeth until it almost bled. "Credence, how dare you think that a woman like Rosalie is sincere and kind? Not only are your eyes blind, but your heart is also blind too. One day, she'll definitely kill you!" That was right, why wouldn't she? With Rosalie's crazy obsession, it would be fine if Credence responded to her feelings. However, since he did not have any feelings for her, she was willing to kill Credence's father and her own sister, too. Eventually, there would be a day when she would kill Credence without mercy. He had probably never been scolded by a woman, much less be called blind. His facial features sank immediately, and his long and narrow eyes were filled with a morbid air. "You really have a death wish, don't you?" A faint smile danced on his lips. His sneer w
Dorothy's hands trembled as she took off her casual jacket and revealed her lacy underwear. When her fingers landed on her lingerie, she stopped. She could not do it. She could not reveal her entire body in front of Credence, like a completely shameless vixen. "Why aren't you continuing? Do you want me to take it off for you? Dorothy, don't you know how little you matter to me?" He was humiliating her. He was humiliating her like there was no tomorrow! A smile suddenly beamed from her face. At that moment, her heart and soul were all stained with colors of humiliation. She looked up at Credence with hatred in her bloodshot eyes. She shouted coldly in a hoarse voice, "Credence, I have never known what it feels like to hate someone, but you are an exception. You've made me understand such a feeling." "Don't you just want to f*ck me? Come on, at worst, I'll just take it as being bitten by a perverted wolf! I believe that one day, you will regret e
The waiter brought over some whiskey. Rosalie picked up a bottle and poured a full glass for Credence. Her mesmerizing gaze stared at his handsome and straight features as she blinked away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Credence, have a drink." "After I finish this cup, come back with me." He did not take the seat next to Rosalie. Instead, he sat down across from her. His long and slender fingers were fiddling with the phone in his palm, his face expressionless. She said, "No, I won't do that. I don't want to go back." Rosalie raised her hands and swayed her hips to the other end of the small bar. She clung to Credence's iron-cold arms. Her delicate fingers touched the warm skin underneath his black shirt, and her soft voice softened a few degrees. "Credence, take me back to the villa and spend a long night with me. Only then will I go back with you." Credence calmly replied, "Don't make trouble. I've told you before that I will do what I m
After Credence left, Dorothy was taken back to the guest room by those servants. As the door slammed shut, she could hear the sound of the bronze lock locking from the outside. She let out a bitter smile. Credence was really going to imprison her! It was already humiliating enough for her to promise to be his mistress. Who knew that he was also going to imprison her in such a small place with no personal freedom as well. What did he take her for? She was also a living human being and she had feelings, too. She was not just a prisoner to be toyed by him. At that moment, the only thing Dorothy wanted to do was escape. She no longer cared about who he would use to threaten her and would only think about that after she escaped. In the past four years of their marriage, Dorothy was already incredibly familiar with the layout of this villa. The more sad and desperate she felt, the more sensitive she would be. Her mind was spinning fast as she was thi
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