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
Credence was on the phone for a long while. He had been listening to the person on the other side of the phone throughout the entire call. He kept his solemn expression and never spoke a word. About ten minutes later, he hung up the phone with a dark expression. He grabbed Dorothy and strode out; he did not even eat the plate of food she had brought him. "What's wrong?" Dorothy asked nervously as she tried to keep up with his strides with her weakened body. The man's face was darker than black ink and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. "Something happened at the company." He explained shortly. "What is it? Why are you in such a hurry?" Having been married to this man for four years, Dorothy knew Credence's icy cold expression meant that something dire had happened even though he was deliberately trying to control his temper in front of her. Otherwise, he wouldn't look like that. "I need to get to Scott Group right away." "Did something dir
"We've never had accidents in all of the buildings we've constructed. Someone must have purposely caused this. Who's in charge of the construction in Bramble Garden? Is he here? Why didn't he inform the headquarters in advance and allow this situation to escalate?" Credence scolded angrily. "Mr. Scott, he's already here. He's waiting in the conference room." Benjamin knew that if this matter got out of hand, it would be a dire problem. Therefore, he had called the person in charge in advance. Credence narrowed his eyes into a cold gleam and strode to the conference room. A middle-aged man had long stood trembling in the spacious room. As soon as he saw Credence walked in, he fell to his knees and cried out, "Mr. Scott, I really have nothing to do with this. I did according to the company's agreement of responsibilities and got people to check the safety of the worker's shed three times a day. Everything was fine when we checked it in the afternoon. But it
On the other side, Marvin picked up the phone quickly and said in a deep voice, "Credence, I've just arrived at your company. We'll talk after we meet." After that, Jonathan followed Marvin to the president's office on the top floor. He had changed up his usual style and looked very much like a celebrity hiding from the paparazzi. He wore a cap, a pair of sunglasses, and also an exaggerated black scarf around his neck that covered his entire face. He had covered himself up so completely that not even a breeze could penetrate through his outfit. If it weren't for the bad timing, Benjamin would have laughed out loud. D*mn, Mr. Stanton was acting up again! He must have planned to make him die of laughter just so he can steal his inheritance. The president's room was filled with smoke when they reached. Jonathan fanned away the smoke and hurriedly took off his sunglasses, scarf, and cap. He rushed towards Credence and shouted in agitation, "Credence, m
"Mr. Scott, this is bad. More than twenty lives are lost now. What should we do?" When Benjamin called, Credence was watching the scene unfold through the live surveillance footage on his computer. His breathing turned cold and so did his expression. He had clearly seen through the sabotage early on, let alone Benjamin. However, he did not expect that the person behind this would be so insidious. The attacks did not show any signs of subsiding and they weren't even given any time to rest, let alone clean up the mess. To use such malicious tactics, it was clear that they wanted Credence dead! Credence pinched the middle of his brows hard and ordered Benjamin, "Call the police and get security to leave their weapons on the ground. Make it look like they've been wounded as well, but not fatally. The more scars they have, the better." Sadfishing? Two could play the game. As for those women and elderly who had died in the fight, Credence would defin
"That's right, it's me!" Rosalie raised her head and cast a cold glare at the man as she smiled, "Oh Credence, you don't seem surprised to see me at all." Jeremy did not speak; he only let out a low laugh that sounded cold and ruthless. Credence watched as Jeremy and Rosalie walked out of the elevator one after the other. His originally calm eyes immediately went cold at the sight. He took another cigarette to his mouth and took a puff. With an impassive expression on his face, he asked, "When did you two start hooking up?" Rosalie became infatuated by the way he was smoking. She had given him her whole heart back then. Despite having used every trick in the book to destroy Dorothy, she had never hurt him even a bit. However, her benevolence towards him became her downfall in the end. The amount of love she had for Credence back then had turned into immense hatred. Sooner or later, she would pay back the suffering and despair he inflic
The moment he pushed the door open, Jonathan felt chills down his spine, and his breathing turned heavy. Through the glass window, he could see Belle's pale face, and her tiny body was injected with multiple infusion tubes. She laid motionlessly on the operating table, as she called out weakly with her eyes closed, "Mommy, my Mommy is missing. Please, help me find my Mommy!" The doctors, donned sterile attire, were assessing Belle's heartbeat, blood pressure, and other conditions. They wore serious expressions on their faces as they occasionally whispered to each other, nodding and shaking their heads from time to time. Jonathan could tell that Belle's illness must have worsened from the grim expressions on the doctors' faces. When a male attending doctor came out, Jonathan immediately grabbed his arm and asked bluntly, "Tell me, why is that little girl inside in need of emergency treatment? Also, what happened to her mother, Dorothy?" The doctor frowned a
Credence's heart seemed to have been crushed by a big hand. His blood vessels were bulging, and a bone-piercing pain could be felt. He lowered his gaze and stared at his phone as a cold and automatic voice replied repeatedly. "The number you have dialed is unavailable, please try again later." Jonathan had also mentioned in the call, that Dorothy's phone had been turned off since four hours ago. Apart from calling him that early morning, Dorothy had not accepted any calls nor called anyone since then during this time. The next second, Jonathan sent all the surveillance footage he received to Credence's WhatsApp. Credence frowned as he went through the footage carefully. The quality of the footage was good; most of it was from the hospital. It showed Dorothy taking good care of their daughter, and everything seemed fine. At about half past seven in the morning, Belle was still asleep. She pressed a button to call for a nurse and asked the nurse
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