The extremely cold and indifferent man was none other than Jeremy. This was the first time he had heard of his mother having a twin sister. What shocked him even more was how shamelessly the two siblings mocked each other. It was really an eye-opener for him. Jeremy shut his eyes and sneered with a smile, "I guess a b*tch will always be a b*tch!" He had always known that his mother was cold-hearted and extremely selfish. For the sake of her own interests, she had made use of her daughter who had died less than half a month after she was born. She also had no qualms about using her own son too. She was heartless at that, not even a bit motherly. When he was younger, if he did not listen to her, she would lock him up in a dark and damp room. After that, she would reveal her true self and not provide him with any food or anything to drink as punishment. She would also curse him loudly, whip him, and pierce him with needles until he submitted to her orders and deman
"Huh, what about what?" Dorothy was wiping her daughter's mouth with a napkin after she was done feeding her so she did not pay attention to Germaine's tease. After Dorothy realized what Germaine was talking about, she glared at the mischievous woman helplessly and said, "Cut it out, Germaine! Don't you know how I feel about Juelz after all these years?" "Of course I do. That's why I feel sorry for him. He has proposed to you six years straight, but you've never accepted him. He loves you, but can't have you. It's all just so sad... Dory, think about it. Now that you and Credence are back together again but he's still single and lonely, not to mention, he doesn't care about pursuing other girls. It will probably take him a few years to get over this unrequited love. He's almost forty now. His peak is coming to an end. Even if he does eventually meet a woman willing to take him out of pity, she will have to constantly live with the fact that he still has so
Juelz's sorrowful gaze and voice made Dorothy's heart ache. She looked at him with an indiscernible gaze for a long while. She knew that it was the best chance for her to settle their relationship once and for all. Their continued ambivalence would only lead to an even more awkward relationship. She did love Juels. However, she only loved him as a brother, not as a lover. Dorothy stared at the haggard man as her heart ached but still chose to tell him the truth, "Juelz, I'm really sorry. You should leave that diamond ring for someone else who truly deserves you." Juelz's expression grew more bitter, however, his gaze sharpened eventually, and spoke with furrowed brows, "Dory, let's not talk about that first. Look, you already knew from the very beginning that I've never loved you as a sibling. I see you as more than that. Tell me, do you feel the same?" "Juelz, you have always been a good man. You are kind-hearted, good-looking, and you even own a graduall
Not long after Dorothy sent Juelz away, she received a phone call from Credence. He seemed to be in a good mood, he sounded at ease as he asked, "Tomorrow is your birthday. Is there any gift in particular that you want apart from the marriage certificate?" Does loving her with all his heart count? However, Dorothy could not bring herself to spew out such flirty words. "Nothing really. It's just that Belle misses you a lot. If you can bring her her favorite comics, she would definitely be happy." She suddenly remembered that his leg was still injured, so she could not help but say, "Your leg still hasn't recovered yet, hasn't it? Forget about getting me gifts, we can talk about it after you've healed." The man replied affirmatively and then continued, "I know my own body. Alright, I have a rough idea on what to do now." Credence laid on the hospital bed as he hung up the phone. The next second, he searched for Jonathan's number and demanded he
"What are you doing?" Dorothy asked. How could he make such an intimate move in front of their daughter? Dorothy subconsciously dodged to avoid his touch and turned to stick out her tongue at him. Her sudden playfulness made Credence squint his eyes. His heart tickled as if it had been grazed by a soft feather. He realized that the more Dorothy opened up to him, the more she would act like a playful little girl. He remembered Jonathan would occasionally say, 'The ultimate way of pampering a woman is to dote on her like she is your daughter.' Seeing Dorothy become more mischievous towards him meant that she was beginning to feel more at ease having him around. It was great. This proved that his plan to win her over was working. A smart man would pamper his woman beyond limits, turning her so bratty that no other man could stand her. Belle did not notice the flirty gestures between the two adults. She stared at the gift box in Credence's
In the back seat... Credence ignored Dorothy's bashful resistance and forcefully held her hands. He pursed his thin lips and coughed slightly. There was a hint of nervousness as he spoke, "Oh, yeah, do you like the color blue? What about open-air balcony houses or things like that?" His questions baffled her, but she answered honestly, "I don't hate blue, but I don't particularly like it either. Belle likes open-aired balconies but I don't have enough money to buy one." Credence's nervous heart finally felt at ease after listening to her answers. It seemed that she was not the romantic sort. So, she probably wouldn't be picky with the candlelight dinner the blue roses. After he calmed himself down, he took out his phone and clicked on Dorothy's WhatsApp profile picture, which was a cute rabbit, for the first time. He then swiftly typed a string of messages to her. Soon after, Dorothy heard the sound of notifications popping up on her phone. She took
The door creaked open. Another dark figure walked in and moved to switch on the crystal chandelier in the bedroom. The dazzling lights shone into Juelz's eyes as he had just taken off the night vision sunglasses, causing him to blink rapidly. He smiled bitterly. As if he was about to lose his most prized treasure, he spoke with a sad and reluctant tone, "Jeremy, did you know? I was the one who knew Dory first, and I was the one who fell in love with her first too. But why was Credence, the b*stard who treated her like trash, the one to get to be with her in the end?" "There is no logic to any of this. If you really want Dorothy, I can help you!" Jeremy sneered and walked closer. He picked up a pair of night vision sunglasses and walked up to Juelz. He put them on and looked at the lit manor that was a few meters away. Jeremy could see everything clearly. The celebration seemed to be coming to an end, even the cake was cut. At that moment, Credence br
Dorothy's cheeks turned red from the man's ribald comment. She bit her lips and hurriedly changed the subject, "Do you want to check if your wound has opened up again?" It was hard to imagine just how strong this man's physique was. His leg was clearly badly injured, yet he was still able to make love to her for so long. "No need to, I'm fine!" Credence insisted, stopping her. He wrapped his arms around her delicate body and slowly walked her down the stairs. He smiled lazily and asked, "There are still a bunch of people downstairs waiting to celebrate your birthday. Since we've left for so long, do you think they'll be able to guess what we were doing just now?" Apart from doing what they had just done, what else was there to speculate? Dorothy found that the more time she spent with him, the more shameless he became. She simply turned her head and ignored him. The more she gave into his teasing, the more complacent he would become. Downstair
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