"Shut up!" Two years ago, Credence had witnessed his father, Sheldon Scott, fallen down from the balcony. Unfortunately, the incident caused him to be in a vegetative state. At the mention of this sad event of the past, anger stirred within Credence. His face darkened. All of a sudden, he grasped Dorothy's chin, roaring at her, "If you did not suck up to my father back then, Rosalie would be the one who married me! Not you!" Then, a smile appeared on Credence's face. His smile looked eerie as he said, "That night, you pretended to be Rosalie. Also, you persuaded Dad to drug me. Otherwise, how would I be sleeping on the same bed with you? And why did he so coincidentally block us at the door? If it weren't for him threatening me with his life, do you think I would marry you?" Dorothy had loved Credence for ten years, while he had hated her for ten years. Furthermore, his hatred toward her grew with each passing day. He would never believe that Dorothy had n
Rosalie noticed Credence's abnormal behavior and coughed lightly. "Credence, it's all my fault. I should not have fallen for you, and I should not have told you everything that Dorothy did behind your back. Everything is my fault. Please don't force her anymore. She cares about you very much, that's why she wants to use the child to win your heart... Dorothy, I'm so sorry..." Her eyes were full of ambiguity as she said. She sniffled and could not finish her words as she choked up. "Rosalie Fisher, just drop the act! You're the most shameless woman I've ever seen in my whole life!" Dorothy scoffed and stood up. She walked toward Rosalie and said with a cold smile, "In your mind, I'm only a child whom Dad and Mom had adopted from the orphanage. My whole life exists because of them, so I have to do everything I can to repay their kindness, right? That's true. I am forever indebted to them, but I don't owe you anything!" "Don't ever think of owning the man I love. H
Seeing Rosalie approaching her with a knife in her hand, Dorothy quickly propped herself up and climbed out of the bed, dodging the knife. She had her back against the wall and said with a sneer, "Rosalie, you always failed in our fighting. Even if I'm pregnant now, do you think it would be that easy to kill me?" "Do you think I'm that stupid? Credence would only see me as a vicious person if I kill you." Rosalie waved the knife in her hand and laughed triumphantly. All of a sudden, she thrust the sharp knife into her abdomen, stabbing it two inches deep. Bright, red blood spurted out from the wound on her abdomen. Her white dress was instantly stained red. It was a ghastly sight. At that point, Dorothy finally understood everything. Rosalie had always hated the color white. She had chosen to wear a white dress to the ward, so that Credence would notice her miserable condition immediately, making Dorothy the scapegoat. After figuring out Rosalie's u
The man who walked in was none other than Credence. He did not even shoot Dorothy a glance. Instead, he went straight to Rosalie, who was lying in a pool of blood and groaning in pain. He bent down and scooped her up. Then, he glanced over at Dorothy and asked. "Why did you hurt Rosalie?" His voice was as cold as usual. Also, there was a familiar scent of alcohol when he spoke. Before Dorothy could respond to the joy of seeing him, she was met with his ruthless accusation. When she looked up and caught his gaze, she could feel a bone-chilling cold spreading throughout her body. "I didn't do it. I swear!" Staring at Credence with a fierce determination, Dorothy denied it repeatedly. She knew that he had never trusted her. Especially when it came to Rosalie, he was completely blinded by love. But at that moment, she could no longer hold everything in. She was determined to prove her innocence, and reveal Rosalie's true colors. Dorothy purs
Dorothy was a light sleeper. Thus, she was awakened by the loud sound of the door opening. Once she opened her eyes, she saw Credence standing beside the bed. The soft light emitting from the bedside lamp shone on the top of his head, making him look unreal. Against the light, she could not see his face clearly. But somehow, she felt an inexplicable fear. She flinched and moved to the corner of the bed, trying to keep calm. However, her trembling lips betrayed her. "Credence, why... why are you here at this hour? Is there anything?" "Of course there is," he replied indifferently. Suddenly, the light was turned on. The orange light enveloped the entire ward. It was soft and intoxicating, but it could not soften Credence's cold heart. Standing by the bed, he looked down at her condescendingly. "You've stabbed on one of Rosalie's kidneys. So you must give her yours. Get up and follow me to the operating room. Right now!!" "Why should I give
Dorothy's reaction greatly pleased Rosalie. She walked up to Dorothy and sneered arrogantly. "Have you forgotten what I majored in? It's a piece of cake for me to find some bags of chicken blood and a retractable knife as my props." As it turned out, everything was a show. Dorothy glared at Rosalie and roared angrily, "Why did you lie to Credence that the child inside me is not his? Why did you lie to him that I was the one who stabbed you? For over twenty years as your sister, I've never done you wrong or treated you unfairly. Why are you doing this to me?" "Why? Because you were the one chosen by Credence's father." Rosalie suddenly let out a piercing laugh. She reached out for Dorothy's slightly pale, yet beautiful face. Then, she gave her a few pinches. Jealousy and hatred flashed across her face as she said, "It's clear that Credence and I are in love with each other, but his father... That old geezer thought I was a malicious and petty person. He tho
In the operating room, they surrounded Dorothy, who was tied to the operating table. One of them used a scalpel to cut her pale brown dress, revealing her white cotton leggings inside and her fair skin. "No, don't hurt me and my child!" Dorothy struggled with all her might, begging in tears. Her throat was so dry as if it was about to break apart. Blood flowed out of the corner of her mouth. Her lips were pale, and she could only cry out in pain. At this time, the scalpel was about to land it on her naked abdomen. Using the last of her strength, Dorothy turned her head to look at Rosalie, who was standing not far away. She had no choice but to compromise. "Rosalie, I beg you, please let me go... I promise you that I'll divorce Credence immediately. I will give him back to you. I do not want anything else. Just let me keep my child..." However, her cries for mercy went unheard. Rosalie scoffed, "So you're begging me now? It's too late! Since I've told
"Juelz, take me away. Anywhere will do. Please, save my child..." Dorothy held Juelz's arm tightly, as if her life depended on it. She muttered those words repeatedly with tears in her eyes. Child? It must be Credence's child! Juelz thought. His gaze shifted to Dorothy's abdomen, pausing at her fair and flawless skin. He was stunned momentarily before extending his arms and picked her up from the operating table. Carrying her in his arms, he comforted her in a hoarse voice, "Don't cry, Dory. I'll take you out of this place right now." "Okay..." Dorothy nodded weakly and gradually closed her eyes to rest. She had exhausted her energy from all the struggling earlier and had no more strength to utter another word. Knowing that Juelz was by her side made her feel secure. She knew that no matter what happened to her, she could always rely on him. However, she could not reciprocate his feelings for her. Because... "F*ck
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