For an entire week straight, Dorothy was stuck in the guest room. Apart from eating and sleeping, she spent the rest of her time talking to Belle on the phone, trying her best to accompany her daughter. As she was having a video call with Belle, Belle asked in a childlike way, "Mommy, when will you come back from your business trip? I miss you, I miss you so much." Dorothy looked at her daughter's watery and expectant eyes on the screen, and her heart almost broke. She suppressed the sobs in her throat, winked at her daughter and smiled as if nothing had happened. She said, "Baby, listen to Madam Wood and Germaine obediently. I will come back and play with you once I'm done with work in a few days." Belle pouted and said, "Of course I've listened to them. I've eaten and slept like an obedient little girl, but Germaine said that it will take a long time for you to come back. I don't want that! I want you to come back and play with me now." Seeing Belle's bi
Dorothy glared at Rosalie. Before Rosalie could react, Dorothy took the dagger on the tea table and held Rosalie's shoulder tightly with one hand, and pointed the dagger at her delicate neck with the other. She sneered at the man who was striding in. She sneered at the man who was striding in, "Credence, let me go, or the two of us will die here." The dagger was small, but sharp. Under the bright crystal lamp, it emitted a dazzling light. Dorothy waited for three seconds. Without waiting for Credence's reply, she made up her mind. She ignored Rosalie's pale face and trembling lips, immediately piercing the dagger into her neck without hesitation. "Ah!" Rosalie felt so much pain that she trembled violently. She turned her head around and glared at Dorothy with hatred, so furious that she gnashed her teeth. "This f*cking b*tch, we agreed it would just be a show," she cursed in her heart. Who knew that she was really taking things this far. "Just
Rosalie endured the sharp pain of the wounds on her neck as she sped the car along the empty streets. As she was driving, she had secretly changed the direction of the car several times while Dorothy was distracted. She planned to lead her to the location where she had set up everything a long time ago. When she noticed they were approaching closer and closer to the destination, Rosalie gradually showed a cold and sinister smile. This time, she wanted to kill Dorothy no matter what. Rosalie could see through the rearview mirror that there were four or five cars going after them from a distance. Credence's black Maybach followed closely from behind, evidently reluctant to give up on the chase. She had no idea if he was chasing after them for Dorothy's sake or her own. That failed to matter anymore. This time, she would definitely kill Dorothy via a car accident. If Dorothy died, then how would she still compete with Rosalie for Credence?
Credence still remained silent even after a full minute, and his entire body was surrounded by an aura that was so cold that it made everyone around him feel extremely scared. Rosalie grew so scared that she trembled, not daring to make another sound. She endured the pain in her body and her face slowly turned pale as it alternated between paleness and horror. She was horrified! "Credence... I'm sorry. I couldn't save Dorothy. It's all my fault. It doesn't matter how you punish me anymore." Tears streamed out of Rosalie's eyes. She reached her hand out towards the cold and motionless man in front of her, her cold fingertips touching his arms. Veins bulged out of his skin and every single one of his movements intoxicated and infatuated her. "Let go of me." Credence's face was freezing cold. When he felt the soft touch on his arm, he immediately shook it off angrily. He lightly gave her a cold smile as he said, "I followed you and saw everything clearl
It had been over 20 days since Dorothy had fallen into Talco River, but there was still no news of Dorothy. No one knew whether she was dead or alive. The longer time flew by, the paler Credence's face got as he slowly grew more and more upset. During this time, he had learned from his new psychologist that the reason he had lost his memories was that someone had hypnotized and brainwashed him after he met with his accident and was in his weakest state. Who else could have such ulterior motives apart from Rosalie? Therefore, in his opinion, the truth had been concealed because of this. Rosalie, who was the real scheming, vicious, and ruthless b*tch, had become the kind and gentle woman, while Dorothy had become the unscrupulous and slutty one. Although he was invincible in the business world, he had still been tricked by a woman who was seven years younger than him. He had truly underestimated Rosalie. She looked obedient and gentle on th
Rosalie was in too much pain, but she dared not make a sound. She curled up at the foot of the bed, her delicate face pale as her lips trembled. "Credence, do you still blame me for not saving Dorothy? I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I don't blame you for bankrupting the Fisher family. I won't blame you for kicking me, either. But... could you please tell me the reason?" "Even if you want to sentence me to death, you still have to let me know what I've done wrong." Credence looked down at her from high above. His cold voice trembled a little as he let out a smile. "After my car accident, there may have been some blood clot on my brain nerves suppressing it, but I didn't lose my memories! The only reason I've selectively lost my memories is because of your actions, right?" "Six years ago, you kept framing Dorothy. You plotted against your own sister that grew up with you. You were also the one who caused my father to end up in a coma. Six years later, in order to s
"Why are you so scared of me? There's no need for that. I'm just here to see how you're doing." The man who had come to visit her was Jeremy Sherman. He walked towards Rosalie who seemed to have gone insane from fear, bent over, and stared at her with his cold eyes. Rosalie forced herself to remain calm. She tried her best to control her body from trembling, but she could not help but do so. "Since you've seen how unwell I've been, you may leave now. I'm obviously not in a good state." Whenever she stood in front of this ruthless man, she would feel a deep sense of humiliation, as if she was fully naked despite her wearing clothes. She stretched her hand out to grab the bath towel. She tried to wrap herself in another layer to give her a stronger sense of security. Jeremy used his hand to stop her and threw the bath towel on the floor. Then he squatted down and pulled open Rosalie's loose prison uniform with his hands. His slender fingers fell on her back.
It was the 22nd day of Dorothy's disappearance and the night was darker than the depths of the ocean. The man behind the desk was silent as he read the pile of urgent documents. However, after reading it for a while, he started to smoke in irritation again. He could not understand why his feelings of guilt and longing for her had increased more and more every day, despite only regaining a little of his missing memories. When it was daytime, he had an incredible amount of affairs to deal with in the company, and he got so busy that he could not think of anything else for the time being. However, at the dead of night, when it was deathly silent, he missed her so much that he could not sleep at all. Thus, he kept on tossing and turning on his bed. If only he had given her more trust, then they would have never ended up in such a situation. She was most probably dead, and he felt a strong sense of regret and pain. He could not climb out of this.
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