When Dorothy woke up the next day, it was already ten thirty in the morning. She felt the side of her bed out of habit, but she did not feel her daughter's soft, familiar body next to hers. It was completely empty, only some residual warmth was left in place. She did not see Credence as well, only an inkling of his smell remained to indicate that he had even been here. After she shook her head to get rid of the drowsiness, Dorothy slowly recalled that she was in the hospital, and her precious daughter was lying in the ward next door. She wasn't sure if Belle had eaten or not or how she was doing at that moment. At the thought of her daughter, Dorothy was suddenly filled with strength. She propped her weak body up and tried to get up from the bed. Next to hunger, both her legs were trembling, and her arms felt too weak to hold her up as well. Moving any part of her body was excruciatingly painful. She could not adequately capture how horrible she was feeling into
After hanging up the phone, Dorothy told Belle that Germaine was looking for her so she needed to head out. The little girl was very sensible. She waved her hands and said sweetly, "Goodbye, Mommy. Come back as soon as you can." Dorothy lowered her head, kissed her daughter's little face and said, "Alright, Belle, be a good girl while I'm gone. I'll come back after I have everything settled." Just as she walked out of the ICU, she collided head-on with Credence. He frowned when he saw her holding her black bag and phone. The anxiety in her eyes was concerning too. "Did something happen?" He asked. "Oh, it's nothing. Germaine just called and asked me to go see her." "I'm free now, I can send you over." Dorothy refused the offer without a second thought, "No, it's fine. I can hail a taxi when I get out. It won't take long." After that, she walked pass him without a second glance and entered the elevator in a hurry. Credence's face darkened after
While Dorothy was still in a daze, she heard the middle-aged noblewoman sneer, "Germaine, it is not your place to lecture me on my problems with Jeremy. Tell me, how many times have you spread your legs at him over the years, and how many times has he turned you down? Do you really think he will like a sl*tty woman like you? Don't be delusional. He only thinks of you as a pet. He will abandon you once he gets sick and tired of you. By the way, you might not know this just yet but Jeremy and the lady from the Yeager family will be marrying at the end of this month. Germaine, your reputation is worse than a stinking ditch, yet you dare think you're good enough to get married to someone like Jeremy? Dream on." "Nonsense!" Germaine's eyes turned red in an instant, her trembling hand raised in the air, wanting to slap the middle-aged noblewoman in the face. However, when she heard that Jeremy was going to be engaged to another woman, she felt her heart break painfull
Dorothy was faced away from the Maybach, so she did not know that Juelz's gaze had already crossed fire with the angry man. She took out her phone from her bag, subconsciously scrolled through the call history to find Credence's name. She wanted to ask how Belle was doing since she had left the hospital for such a long time. Juelz lowered his head and glanced at her phone. Having noticed that she was about to call Credence, he blinked his eyes and asked, "Credence doesn't know you're here?" Dorothy nodded, she remained silent for a while and said, "Yeah, I didn't tell him." After a short pause, she continued to explain, "Juelz, he's accompanying Belle in the hospital. I'm just going to call him to see if Belle is doing alright, that's all." Whenever she talked about Credence in front of Juelz, she always felt hesitant for some reason. Perhaps it was because she once told Juelz that apart from using Credence's sperm to get a new child from him to treat Bell
"Ah!" Dorothy yelled in pain as Credence dragged her forcefully from Juelz's side. At that moment, the man's aura was cold and his action was rough. Dorothy cringed a little from the pain and was keenly aware that the man was in a bad mood. She did not attempt to resist, allowing the man to tug at her as he pleased. "Credence, what are you doing? Let her go! You're hurting Dory." Juelz got mad immediately. He wanted to reach out his hand to help Dorothy ease her pain. His heart wrenched seeing her in pain. Credence gave Juelz a cold glare. Just as Juelz's arm was about to reach Dorothy, he pulled her into his embrace, leaving his arm hanging mid-air. This man had tried to wedge a spot between him and Dorothy for so many years. He also played a huge role in their divorce as well. However, no matter how disgusting Credence found Juelz's actions, he could not help but feel thankful for the care he had provided to Dorothy and Belle. A conflicting
The passionate kiss took Dorothy's breath away. She wanted to push him away, but Credence held her small hand firmly. He placed her hand on his burning chest. Through his black shirt, Dorothy could feel his torrid body heat and throbbing heart. He attacked her red lips furiously. Their lips rubbed against each other passionately. The kiss slowly turned into something tender and hot, rippling with affection. She could not refuse him at all. A moment later, Dorothy realized that her clothes were slowly being taken off. The man slowly unbuttoned her blouse, half of her snowy-white waist was already revealed. Panicked, she clenched her fists and pounded on his shoulder, "Oh, Credence, let go of me!" The next second, the man's lazy chuckle could be heard coming from above her. The tip of Credence's tongue traced around her mouth and made its way into it wantonly, stealing her breath once more. His cool and refreshing breath invaded her nose, making her dizzy.
The message was one that almost made Dorothy's eyes pop out of her sockets. The message in red read, "Sister, are you satisfied with my photography skills? If you don't want these videos to be circulating in the public, then you must do everything I say. Otherwise, I will make Germaine and your precious daughter lose their reputations. They will be ruined forever!" Apart from Rosalie, who else would refer to her as her sister? At that moment, Dorothy began to fume. She did not hesitate to reply to the email. "Rosalie, just tell me, what on earth do you want?" She wrote back. After sending the message, Dorothy stared at the phone with her head down for a long time. She knew that Rosalie must have already read the message, but she did not reply at all, as if she was playing dead. Dorothy felt irritated and anxious. This woman did not have a good bone in her body at all. She could not fathom what terrible things were on that evil woman's mind.
When Dorothy returned to the hospital, Belle had just woken up. When she saw the deserts that her mother had bought, she covered her little mouth and giggled happily, "Mommy, did you buy these for me specifically? That's so great! Thank you so much, Mommy." These days, Belle had eaten too much light and tasteless food. It had been a long while since she had eaten anything that had any taste at all. Dorothy pouted and pointed to the quiet man next to her, "Belle, you've guessed wrong. I didn't buy them. He bought it for you." "Oh, really?" Belle turned her head to look at Credence, who had been standing calmly next to Dorothy all the while. She blinked her big blue eyes and thanked him sincerely, "Well then, thank you, Daddy." After saying that, she looked back at Dorothy and hurriedly grabbed a few cakes to eat. While she ate, she muttered, "Mommy, although this daddy is handsome, he is not as handsome as the one I found before. Do you want to consider cha
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