Facing Credence's injuries, no matter how angry Dorothy was, she didn't dare to struggle with great force. Because of that, she couldn't break free from his grasp, especially his teasing scratch at her palm. Dorothy glared at him and said angrily, "Let go." This man had always been like this. He always did things of his own accord and even imposed his will on her. He never cared whether she was in the mood, or whether she agreed to it. He looked at her quietly. Perhaps he was satisfied with his tease. He loosened his iron grip that was clenching on to her small hand slowly, and a calm smile appeared on his handsome face, "It is inconvenient for me to move around. Can I ask you for a small favor? I need to use the bathroom." Upon hearing this, Dorothy's body trembled slightly. She flusteredly raised her head and met his deep, black gaze. It was like a whirlpool, trying hard to suck her in. The crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling shone brightly
To escape from this men-filled hellhole of a prison, Rosalie thought of everything she could, and she finally managed to hook up with a young prison guard, whose surname was Wood. Only young prison guards like him who had just graduated from police school and lacked experience would completely fall for her dirty yet beautiful body and forget about the rules and discipline. Finally, on this dark and windy night, the warden and all the other policemen had to study in the city, so Rosalie encouraged the prison guard to take her out to a nearby hotel for four hours. After that, the two of them enjoyed themselves like a pair of lovers. They enjoyed delicious food in the small suite and had fun together. Rosalie had long gotten the information she needed from Darius, such as routes, checkpoints, and everything else. She had prepared everything, and there was only one thing left to do. Rosalie lowered her head and closed her eyes gloomily. Soon, she raised
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Under Credence's constant temptation by using the Scott Group's shares, Dorothy promised to take care of him until he was discharged from the hospital. At first, everything went smoothly, but when he was about to be discharged from the hospital, that man came up with another wicked trick. Dorothy had missed many nights of good sleep. On this day, Jonathan and Marvin decided to visit Credence, so she thought about having a nap in the lounge next door. Credence was slightly mysophobic, so he needed to clean his body, shave his beard, and wear clothes with sleeves and buttons. It would take him over an hour to get everything done. Dorothy took this opportunity to take a quick rest. However, just as she laid down on the bed and closed her eyes, a nurse pushed the door open and called her softly, "Miss Fisher, Mr. Scott said that he suddenly doesn't want to leave the hospital just yet as his wound still feels pa
Dorothy's face was flushed red, half of it was from embarrassment, and the other half was because of anger. Her blood was surging. She did not understand whether this damned man had changed his mind or his whole personality. He would hug and kiss her whenever he felt like it. Did he ever ask for her consent? "Credence, let me go right now!" Dorothy struggled impatiently a few times and accidentally hit the newly healed wound on his chest heavily with her elbow. After hearing his painful groan, she was worried that he would be hurt, so she didn't struggle anymore. However, she was still angry. Credence endured the stinging pain from the scar. When he felt that she had stopped resisting, he smiled satisfyingly. He used the gentlest and most patient way possible to pry open Dorothy's tightly pursed mouth with his tongue, and he started to explore the fragrance of her mouth. One of his hands was still on the back of her head, preventing her from twisting
Dorothy was so nervous that cold sweat broke out from her palms, and the phone in her hand got wet and sticky from it. She did not know what kind of bargaining chip that vicious woman had in her hands, but she knew that it must have something to do with her. Ever since she started living with Rosalie in the Fisher family, she had spared no effort to humiliate and plot against her. She felt extremely proud and elated whenever she could hurt Dorothy. Dorothy was certain that there was something wrong with her mentality. "Dorothy, I can't tell you just yet. My plan is very likely to be foiled if you tell Credence about it." Rosalie was laughing hysterically on the other side of the phone as if she had gotten hold of Dorothy's weakness. She laughed for quite a while before she continued softly, "But, you can still kneel and beg me! Ha ha, if you beg sincerely, I might tell you. We are sisters after all." "Forget about it, Rosalie. You know me. I would ra
"Dory..." Juelz was just about to help Dorothy up, but the man moved faster than he did. A gust of wind swept past Juelz's face. The next second, Credence had grabbed Dorothy and flung her bag into Benjamin's hands. His actions were firece and forceful. Dorothy cried out in pain and fell backwards. "Ah!" Juelz's face darkened and reached his hands to hold her. When Credence saw this, he showed a cold smile, grabbed Dorothy's fair and slender wrist, and forcefully pulled her to his side to avoid Juelz's actions. Dorothy's heart was already in a mess because of Belle's disappearance. At this moment, as she was being violently pulled around by that man, her stomach felt even more uncomfortable, and she wanted to puke. This caused her to frown. She could not help but glare at that annoying man with her eyes wide open, "Credence, what are you doing?" His deep facial features were as cold as frost, and a dangerous and cold smile could be
"Mr. Scott, not only is Mrs. Scott's daughter missing, but Germaine was kidnapped as well when she went to search for her." Benjamin ran into the fast food restaurant as fast as he could and spoke quickly to Credence and Dorothy. "Germaine is kidnapped as well?" The fork and spoon in Dorothy's hands fell on the table and made a loud noise. Her eyes were burning red and her lips were even paler. She was even more worried about Belle and Germaine now. She took a deep breath and reached out to grab Credence's sleeve. Her lips trembled as she said, "Credence, I'm begging you, please help me save them, I'm begging you." "I will help even if you didn't beg me." A cold light flashed in Credence's eyes. He suddenly stood up, asked Benjamin to pay the bill, took Dorothy's small hand, and strode to the place where the accident happened. Knowing the seriousness of the matter, Dorothy did not shrug off the man's big hand. Instead, she let him lead the way
In the amusement park, Credence, the famous president of the Scott Group, was asking around about the disappearance of a little girl, and it caused an uproar. The manager and the person in charge hurriedly rushed over and went to meet the cold-faced man who had just come out of the bathroom. They smiled embarrassingly and nodded. "Mr. Scott, we are sorry. We did not know that it was your daughter that went missing. We will fully cooperate with you. That's right, we will give you our full cooperation." Credence frowned and ordered the person in charge, "Go and call all of your workers who are responsible for cleaning the ladies' bathrooms over, I have something to ask." "Sure, Mr. Scott, I will get them right away." The person in charge asked the manager to make the phone call. After that, he moved a chair and an umbrella over to let Credence sit down. Credence nodded with cold eyes, but he did not sit down. Instead, he stood straight under the umbrella and
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