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
Victor did not let Credence wait for too long. Once he arrived at the coffee shop, he hurriedly took a seat directly opposite Credence and took out a stack of information from his leather bag. He respectfully handed it to the man who was sitting calmly in his seat. "Mr. Scott, this is all the information I could gather on Jeremy Sherman before he turned six. He was born into a normal family. Um, well, I suppose it's one with relatively poor conditions. His father's identity is unknown. However, his mother, Ysabelle, was a bar girl at an entertainment hub, the kind that sold her looks but not her body. She had been very beautiful and had a lot of pursuers when she was young. However, she had high standards and pride. She swore that she would only marry the most successful man in Talco City. It was said that she had her eyes on a big shot in Talco City back then, but that he already had a wife and a child by his side. Therefore, he had refused Ysabelle's love. Aft
Dorothy was mad at Credence. She really did not understand why he would coax her and Belle to a photography shop despite knowing that Belle was in bad health. But the moment she walked into the store with Belle in her hands, she was immediately shocked by the enthusiastic shouts coming from the two rows of staff members who had lined up to greet them. "A warm welcome to Mr. Scott, Mrs. Scott, and their little princess from the Vantage Wedding Boutique and all its staff!" "We wish the princess a healthy, long, and prosperous life!" "We hope that Mr. Scott and his wife will be happy together for the rest of their lives, and may your happiness increase with age and love deepens with time." Dozens of employees shouted the catchphrase at the same time. It was such a magnificent scene! The first and second sentences seemed normal, but what was the third sentence about? They wished for her and Credence to be together until they got old? Dorothy though
Around five minutes after Dorothy got into the car with Belle in her arms, Credence walked out of the studio and joined them in the car as well. He started the engine and drove back. However, with steady hands on the steering wheel, his gaze remained deep as he looked at the rearview mirror to regard Dorothy's face. Occasionally, when their eyes met, he would raise his eyebrows and smile at her which made him look inexplicably devious. When Dorothy remembered how he had taken advantage of her when she was in the fitting room a little while ago, she snorted and averted her gaze from him. However, Belle did not seem to be aware that anything was amiss. She was still on cloud nine after the photoshoot and her little face was still blushing with excitement. "Daddy, I'm so happy today. Will you bring Mommy and me out for more photoshoots in the future?" Belle loved it when cameras were aimed at her. She sat in the middle, while her parents stood next to her on both s
Dorothy darted into the pharmacy with Belle in her arms. Her expression showed that she was clearly worried about Credence. The owner of the pharmacy came to greet her after hearing the news. He was a short and plump middle-aged man. He looked like the honest, simple sort. However, when he opened his mouth to speak, anyone could tell that he was related to Jonathan. "Mrs. Scott, you don't have to worry so much. Mr. Scott is valiant and invincible, after all. As long as he makes a move, he will definitely make those scumbags crave for death like a sex addict would to Viagra!" Belle was a cheeky little girl. After hearing that odd phrasing, she raised her head and asked Dorothy curiously, "Mommy, what is Viagra? Does it taste good?" Dorothy felt a little awkward and shook her head, "No, Belle, it's not food." Once she realised that it wasn't food they were talking about, the little girl lost all interest in the topic and stopped asking anymore questions. Af
Inside a VIP luxury ward in the government hospital. Jonathan held the disconnected phone in his hands and winked at the handsome man lying in the hospital bed. He was so delighted that he could not help but laugh, "Credence, I had the speaker on just now, so you must have heard everything clearly, right? It seems like Dorothy is really concerned about you! Look at how bright your smile is. Don't tell me you've already found an opportunity to do it with her already? Tsk, tsk, all of your pent-up sexual frustration accumulated over those six years must have found its release. If you're lucky, some of that seed might already be growing inside her." Credence remained emotionless and said coldly, "Shut up! You sure yack a lot." "Yo!" Jonathan snapped his fingers lightly and smiled, "Credence, at least own up to the deed! If you've done it, why can't we talk about it?" When all he received in reply was the man's sharp gaze, Jonathan quickly lowered his h
The ward was not small, so Dorothy could hear her own voice echo back. However, she did not hear the man's response. She walked through the brightly lit ward towards the hospital bed. There was only a messy quilt on the bed, but there was no one in sight. Just then, she heard the soft sound of water flushing. Dorothy turned around and saw that the sound was coming from behind the half-closed bathroom door. Through the narrow gap, she could see a man's figure. His back was faced towards her and she could faintly hear the sound of ceramics hitting against each other. After a while, her phone rang suddenly, scaring her. Dorothy looked at the caller ID and saw that it was a number that she had never seen before. She answered the phone and chuckled, "Juelz, it's me." "Dory, where are you right now?" From the tone of his voice, it seemed that he was very anxious as he sounded oddly panicked. "I'm in the hospital. Why? What is it?" Doroth
"Credence, what exactly are you trying to tell me?" Credence's words baffled Dorothy and her heart squeezed a little out of unease. However, she was more concerned about his injuries. She squatted down to slowly and carefully roll up his trouser leg. More and more blood ooze out, nearly staining the bandage completely red. Dorothy's eyes turned red at the sight. She wrapped her trembling fingers around his injured leg and gently caressed it while tears inadvertently welled up in her eyes. She raised her head to look at him before saying in a hoarse tone softly, "Alright, Credence, I'm ready for the truth. Please tell me." Credence's body trembled violently at that. She had actually taken the initiative to touch him. Her fingers gradually tightened around his leg and he could feel her gentle caress through the thick bandage. She had always treated him gently and had given him all of her heart and it took him a whole decade to finally understand
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