Dawn arrived, and a glimmer of light rose from the horizon. The scenery around the beach got clearer and brighter with the rise of the sun. However, Dorothy did not have time to enjoy such a beautiful scene at all. All of her attention was focused on the unconscious Credence as she trembled. He had used his life to protect her from the waves. She didn't want him to die just like this! Dorothy's hand was clenched around the small object she'd taken from Credence's sleeve cuff. It was actually a long distance communication device, and she tremblingly stuffed it into her ear. When she heard Marvin's steady questioning, she suddenly lost control of her emotions and cried, "Mr. Jules, please hurry! Credence is going to die!" Marvin told her to calm down and asked her to provide their location. However, all Dorothy could see around her was the ocean and fog. There was no way she could tell where they were. In the end, Marvin gave up. He told her to stay put and
Juelz? Why was he here? Even Marvin, a special force soldier, had yet to arrive. How did Juelz get to know where she was? Dorothy lifted her heavy head, her eyes wide with shock. She watched as the man who caused Credence to end up like this run towards her. Juelz leapt from the steep hillside and landed on the soft beach. He quickly pushed himself up and ran towards Dorothy. As he ran, he shouted anxiously, "Dory, don't be afraid, I'm coming!" After a few minutes, Juelz reached Dorothy and removed his backpack, which was stuffed full of drinking water and bread. He emptied it at Dorothy's feet and gazed at her pale, haggard face, his eyes filled with guilt and regret. "Dory, I'm sorry for being late!" He wanted to tell Dorothy that he was sorry. He hadn't known that things would end up like this. If he'd known about Jeremy's wild ambition, that he'd hand Dorothy over to a scumbag like Hugo, he would've died before agreeing to work with J
"How long will the operation take?" Marvin stood guard at the emergency room and aggressively questioned the doctor who'd just come out. Just a few hours ago, he'd arrived at the beach where Credence and Dorothy were at. He hadn't expected that Juelz would've gotten there before him. At that time, if it weren't for the fact that Credence was in critical condition and Dorothy was unconscious, he would've beaten Juelz up with his iron fists so that he'd understand the consequences of his actions. A secretive agreement had resulted in Credence hanging by a thread. This was the most gravely injured Credence had been in the past thirty years of his life. His organs were pierced, his back muscles were torn, and his shoulder was dislocated. By the time they got him to the hospital, his breathing was already so weak that it was almost indiscernible. When Marvin saw Credence lying on the rocks, seemingly dead, he was so tempted to just shoot Juelz. What a f*c
"Credence! What the f*ck, why does it look like you are going to die?" "Juelz, get out of my way! I need to save him. Stop blocking my way." The sound of waves crashing, and Marvin's enraged yells shot through Dorothy's brain. Her head felt like it was going to explode. Had Credence been sent to the hospital? The light above her head was white and eye-watering. She wanted to just continue sleeping like this till the end of time. However, she could not do that. From time to time, an annoying voice rang in her ears. It was apprehensive, and pleaded with her to wake up gently yet stubbornly. Dorothy subconsciously moved her fingers, and her eyelashes fluttered. Then, she heard footsteps coming towards her hurriedly. She did not know if it was a doctor or someone else. Dorothy felt someone hold onto her cold wrist tightly and scoot close to her ear. The person said something, but she didn't hear a word. "Dory, are you awake?
The doctor repeated her words. Dorothy clenched her fists and looked at the doctor disbelievingly. "Are you saying that I... I'm pregnant? Am I really pregnant?" "Miss Fisher, I've seen your test results, and I did another simple test just now. It's likely that you really are pregnant. You're still in the very early stages, maybe about a week or so. If you want to know for sure, you can get an ultrasound done." "Thank you, doctor, thank you. I understand." Dorothy was almost incoherent in her agitation. The news of her pregnancy reverberated in her mind. She sat on the bed in a daze, seemingly overwhelmed with joy. If she truly were pregnant, that meant that they could extract blood from the umbilical cord to save Belle. Dorothy had heard that when she was about twenty weeks pregnant, they could extract the blood to see whether it was a match with Belle's. The likeliness was about 90%. As for the latter 10% of failure, Dorothy chose to ignore i
In the ward. Dorothy was in a good mood after finding out that she was pregnant. Her smile never faded. She'd just had lunch with Belle and noticed that she was nodding off adorably. Dorothy's smile grew bigger and she almost laughed out loud. She got out of bed and picked Belle up from her high chair, then placed her on the bed and carefully covered her with a thin blanket. Belle was obviously sleepy, but she forced her eyes to stay open and looked at Dorothy. "Mommy, Daddy's a bad guy. He hasn't come to see me for a long time. If he still doesn't come see me, I'm going to forget what he looks like." Dorothy was taken aback. She looked into Belle's big, blue eyes and saw that they were filled with reliance and longing for Credence. Her heart melted, and she caressed Belle's face and comforted her with a smile, "Daddy's been pretty busy with work lately. Once he's done with his work, he'll definitely come see you everyday and bring you lots and lots of del
After hanging up, Dorothy asked Germaine to watch over Belle. She hurried out of the ward and ran into Juelz at the elevator. The white lights shone down upon them, making Juelz's face seem to be covered in a light mist. It was hard to clearly identify his expression. Juelz's assistant had just told him that he'd successfully transferred the Scott Group shares to Dorothy's name, and he was in a good mood. When he saw that Dorothy had changed out of her hospital gown, and she had her bag with her, obviously intending to leave the hospital. He hurried over to her and gently said, "Dory, where are you going? I'll send you." "Juelz, are you free now? I need to go to Jonathan's hospital! He just told me that Credence isn't doing too well, and I have to go see him." In her hurry, Dorothy was a little out of breath. She felt a little dizzy and quickly reached out to steady herself by holding on to the elevator's door. Then, she heard Juelz's voice ring out, seemingly a
As soon as Dorothy finished speaking, Jonathan quickly yelled, "We called you here to let you know that Credence needs to do undergo surgery immediately. You're his wife, and we need you to sign the consent form." Marvin shot a look at Jonathan and said, "These experts have looked into his situation. The problem now is that Credence not only has blood clots from the accident six years ago, but also fragments from being thrown against the rocks this time." "Those fragments are stuck at his nerves and veins, and it'll clog up the blood flow to his brain with time. Sooner or later, Credence will fall into a vegetative state." "No, that won't happen. It is impossible for Credence to fall into a vegetative state." Dorothy's gaze fell on Credence through the glass. He laid on the operating table in the intensive care ward, his face haggard and his eyes tightly closed. He was so quiet that he looked like a dead person! At that moment, Dorothy clenched her f
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