Credence kept drinking. Under the dim light in the room, his handsome face could not be seen clearly, let alone any emotions on it. He held the glass of red wine tightly, but his expression was indifferent. The man, Bob Walker, noticed that Credence had no intentions of helping Dorothy. He licked his lips and continued to flirt with her. "Dorothy, your figure is perfect. I like it. Well, as long as you take off your dress and let us enjoy the view, we will fulfill whatever request you make!" Her request was for Credence to agree to a divorce. Could these men be able to help her? Impossible. Dorothy ignored their laughter and fixed her eyes on Credence, who was still sipping his wine. Since he had entered the room, he had been drinking wine, as if he had nothing to do with everything that was happening. Dorothy laughed coldly from the bottom of her heart. She retracted her gaze and said in an even softer voice, "My pleasure, Mr. Walker." After t
Dorothy was able to smell the warmth of the man's body. Even if she did not raise her head, she immediately knew who she had bumped into. It was Juelz! Each time she felt lonely, helpless, or hurt by Credence, he would always appear in front of her like a savior. The moment she saw Juelz, she felt as if she had seen her closest friend. Dorothy instantly felt a trace of warmth in her heart. She gently jerked her chin up, and unconsciously flashed the most sincere and joyful smile at him. "Someone is chasing after me. Thank God you're here!" As soon as she finished speaking, the alcohol hit her brain. In addition, her body couldn't take it anymore. Her vision became blurry, and her legs went weak, falling into Juelz's arms. Juelz stared deeply at his beloved woman in his arms. Thinking about how relieved she looked when she saw him, he suddenly had mixed feelings. After Dorothy had been taken away by Credence at that time, Juelz had also suffered
On the other hand, after scenting the strong alcohol smell coming from Dorothy, Juelz shook his head helplessly. He then brought her to a hotel not far away from the hospital. Dorothy was so drunk that her head was in the clouds. Lying on the bed, she squinted her eyes and was in a half-conscious state. "Dory!" Juelz came out of the bathroom after he took a quick shower. He walked to the bedside and touched her face. Only then did he realize that there was something wrong with her. Her face was no longer pale. Instead, her cheeks were flushed with a crimson red. Besides, she was breathing heavily. "D*mn it. How could that a*shole let you drink so much?" Dorothy nodded subconsciously. Juelz's face darkened instantly. He picked her up and walked into the bathroom. "Take a shower first." He knew that she was a clean freak. If she did not bathe, she would not be able to fall asleep throughout the night. "No! I want to drink water."
Credence stood by the window and held his phone tightly. He could feel his jaw grinding in rage! At the thought of Dorothy's enchanting appearance being enjoyed by Juelz, his face hardened at once. He had the sudden urge of pulling the woman out of his phone screen. He wanted to pin her down beneath him and made her beg for mercy... "Credence, you seemed to be mad. What happened?" When Rosalie spotted Credence's sullen face, a sinister smile flashed across her face for a fleeting moment. Credence did not give her a reply. He lit a cigarette and walked away. "Have a good rest. I have something urgent to take care of right now." Even though he was burning with fury, he still managed to exude a mature and mysterious aura, which looked particularly attractive to women. Rosalie fixed her eyes on his tall and slender back. And then, a smile grew wild on her face. "Dorothy Fisher, the show has just begun. Please make sure you hold on for a little long
Credence walked across the hall, all the way to the suite's bedroom. He reached his hand out and slowly pushed the unlatched door open. Then, he was greeted with a scene that caused his blood to boil. Fifteen minutes had passed since he departed from the hospital. He was shocked to see Dorothy was still nestling comfortably in Juelz's arms. Her eyes were closed, and her lips curled into a smile. He stood rooted to the spot for a long time with no expression on his face. It was as though he was enjoying the loving scene. However, if Jonathan or Marvin was by his side at that moment, they could easily tell that he was absolutely pissed. The calmer Credence portrayed himself, the more furious he was inside. Most importantly, it was a sign of impending doom for someone. "Juelz Sherman, since you wish to die, I'll grant your wish!" he muttered under his breath. Then, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt's sleeves and rolled up his sleeves to his elbow.
"Stop! Let me go!" In desperation, Dorothy raised her hand and was about to slap it across Credence's face. Unexpectedly, her wrist was firmly clamped by Credence's thumb and index finger. She struggled, but she could not break free at all. Dorothy could not fathom why he refused to let her go. She did not understand why he wanted to touch her body despite hating her. She was obviously the one who was hurt, but he treated her like a sinner instead. Credence grabbed a clean, white towel from the towel rack. He then covered it over her lips, rubbing them with force. As he exerted more strength, the towel tore a layer of skin off her lips. In an instant, blood could be seen seeping out. "Hiss..." Dorothy was in so much pain that she glared at him furiously. "Are you out of your mind?" It seemed like Credence would not let things slide. Was he planning to tear her lips into pieces? "It hurts! A*shole! What the hell do you want?"
Linda's wailing could be heard from the other end of the phone. "Rosie passed out from shock just now. She's dying. The doctor said that her kidney ruptured and she has lost a lot of blood. She needs a kidney transplant now... Credence, can you come over?" Despite the interruption, Credence's face remained unchanged. His eyes were cold as he said, "Okay, I'll be there right away." "Hurry up, Credence! Also, remember to find Dorothy. Bring that b*tch to the hospital and dig out her kidney immediately to save my Rosie. That's what she owes our Fisher family and Rosie." Linda's loud cries came through the phone. Credence exhaled deeply and threw a cold gaze toward Dorothy. Then, he hung up the phone in silence. As Credence was answering the phone, Dorothy was held tightly in his arms all the time. Unable to break free, she was able to hear Linda's words clearly. Staring at the phone in Credence's hand absent-mindedly, she could not help but feel a chill run d
Credence actions were very swift. It took less than ten minutes for him to arrive at the hospital from the hotel. Dorothy climbed out of the black Maybach. She realized she seemed to have lost all her emotions related to the kidney donation. Seeing Credence furrowing his brows with a trace of worry on his face because of Rosalie's illness, surprisingly, she did not feel anything. In Credence's heart, the only woman he cared about was Rosalie, not her. He would not hesitate even if she had to sacrifice her life to save Rosalie's, let alone donating a kidney! Although she and Rosalie were not related by blood, her kidney was miraculously very compatible with Rosalie's. In that case, she would just treat it as repaying the Fisher family for raising her. It was sad to think that she would be losing a healthy kidney after losing her husband and child. How pathetic! Deep down, Dorothy gave a wry, self-mocking smile. She straightened her b
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