When they arrived at the destination, Dorothy got out of the car immediately. She picked up her bag and rushed into the gates of the hospital. Her heart was in a panic for no reason. She was worried about Belle and Germaine. She felt that she could only be at ease after she met up with Germaine. Credence, who was sitting in the driver's seat of the black Maybach, looked at Dorothy's slender back with a deep gaze. He watched her rush towards the glass door with a cold look on his face. The young man, who seemed to be Jeremy's assistant, slowly stretched out half of his face from the back seat of a black car. When he saw Dorothy getting into the car, he lowered his head and spoke to someone on his phone. Credence's pitch-black pupils contracted by a bit. There was a faint and cold expression on his handsome face. What on earth was Jeremy up to? He recalled all of his memories, but he could not think of ever offending someone like Jeremy. Th
In the corridor outside the ICU. Through the transparent glass window, Dorothy saw the pale Belle lying on an operating table inside. She clenched Germaine's wrist and felt that she had lost all her strength on her feet. It was as if they were nailed to the ground, unable to move. In just a few days, her baby girl had lost a lot of weight. Her face had turned paler than ever. Her hands anxiously grabbed a corner of the white sheet tightly as if it was the only way she could feel at ease. It seemed like she was murmuring, calling out, "Mommy, Mommy!" "Belle, I'm sorry. Mommy has come late. I have made you suffer!" Dorothy instantly burst into tears. She felt that she was not a qualified mother at all. At such a young age, not only did her daughter suffer from leukemia, but she had also been kidnapped to a place thousands of miles away in Jenciga, suffering from displacement and fear that most ordinary children would never face. Her grip got harder and
When Dorothy carried Belle into the car, she realized that Credence had moved to the back seat. Benjamin was the one in the driver's seat instead. He nodded and smiled at her without saying anything. She returned a polite smile to him as well. It seemed like Benjamin did not receive too harsh of a punishment for bringing her to Mandalay Town. This made her feel more at ease. What she didn't expect was that as soon as she got in the car, the man beside her took Belle away from her arms in one fell swoop. Then, he firmly held her hand, giving her absolutely no chance to refuse. She could hear his deep and gentle voice in her ear. "She doesn't look like me." She had a fair face, a tall nose, and thin and soft golden hair. He thought that this child was just a product of her and a random man's pleasure in Monticello. Little did he expect her to be her biological daughter. Then, Credence lowered his eyes to stare at Belle, who had not woken up yet. He gul
At the same time, in the lounge on the top floor of Mandalay Town, Wilson handed two investigation reports to the man who was coldly smoking by the windows. "Boss, our men followed Credence and his men to Talco City's government hospital and retreated after that. It seems that he is going to admit his daughter there to treat her illness. However, there's a question. His daughter resembles you in some way. Is she really not your illegitimate daughter?" "You talk too much. Are you thinking of getting rid of your tongue?" He shot him a cold and sharp glare. Wilson immediately bowed and admitted his mistake. "Boss, I was wrong. I'll shut up!" "Time to get serious." Jeremy puffed out a mouthful of smoke. His gaze was downcast, and he thought that his assistant really talked too much. Perhaps, he should find a suitable time to find a new one? "Credence and his men may have gone to the government hospital in Talco City, but we could not find out which ward
Wilson, who was standing in the corridor, felt something was off. When he looked out of the window, he saw his black car rush out like a runaway horse, and his expressions changed immediately. He realized that the woman sitting in the driver's seat was Germaine, and there was a sorrowful look on her face. Several bodyguards ran over in a panic, and cold sweat filled their foreheads. "Mr. Wilson, this is bad. We just took a trip to the bathroom and Miss Germaine had disappeared. We looked for her everywhere but we could not find her at all." Wilson remembered that Jeremy was torturing Rosalie at the moment. That woman had to go and moan hard as if she was having s*x. He frowned and asked in a low voice, "How long have you been looking for Miss Germaine?" "About half an hour or so." Half an hour was enough for Germaine to do a lot of things. Moreover, her ward was not too far from the director's office. If the moans inside the room were any louder, she would
When Dorothy came to her senses, she heard an expert whispering in her ear, "Miss Fisher, the thing is, we will do our best to delay your daughter's illness from worsening. However, you two must do your part as well." "What do you mean by that?" Dorothy asked in a hoarse voice. The expert said with a serious look, "You should get pregnant as soon as possible and treat the illness with the newborn's cord blood. As for the pregnancy, please discuss it with Mr. Scott. If you would excuse me, I still have matters to attend to." After the group of doctors left, only Dorothy, Credence, and the unconscious Belle were left in the spacious ward. After the man heard the experts say that they should have a baby, the atmosphere suddenly got quiet and ambiguous. Dorothy lowered her head and looked at her daughter's pale little face. The golden hair on her head was getting lesser and lesser. With a light pull, a few strands of hair could easily be pulled off and stuck to her
Dorothy stepped aside as she listened to Credence's first words to Belle. Her face tensed with nervousness and her breathing was close to none. For the past few years, even though her daughter had asked about her father in the beginning, after successfully coaxing her a few times, she stopped making a fuss and became sensible and well-behaved. However, this time was different. Dorothy was unsure whether her daughter could accept the sudden appearance of her father. She stared at Belle's face anxiously and carefully observed her expression. What had she observed? Her precious daughter had rubbed her beautiful blue eyes and merely blinked at Credence for a while. A look of displeasure crossed her little face as she spoke, "Mommy, didn't you tell me that my Daddy was with God in heaven now? That means this man here can't possibly be my Daddy?" "Mommy, there are lots of bad guys out there, you know? Don't be fooled by them. I have already found my own
"I didn't!" Upon hearing that, Dorothy's brain momentarily went blank and exploded. Her face now looked redder than a tomato, even the tips of her ears were red. She shook her head desperately as continued, "No, I didn't mean to imply that I want to do it with you now." "But didn't the doctor ask us to do it as soon as possible? The sooner, the better, remember?" Credence chuckled when he saw how adorable she looked when she was embarrassed and no longer able to keep her cold facade from before. He lowered his head and gave her a gentle kiss on her reddened face, "Dorothy, how are we going to have a child if you keep refusing me?" "But..." Dorothy stuttered, unable to get any words out. Everything had happened all too suddenly, she was not mentally prepared at all. In the man's eyes, her fair and tender body was filled with charm. Credence narrowed his eyes and felt his mouth begin to dry out. Due to nervousness, Dorothy had accidentall
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