Germaine screamed, "Don't kill Juelz, don't kill me!" Ever since she was young, Germaine had never seen this monstrous and murderous side of Jeremy. At that moment, she shouted with pale lips as she backed away. In the midst of her panic, she did not notice the sharp edges of the table behind her. "Germaine, be careful!" Jeremy yelled in warning. Jeremy's attention had been on her the entire time. When he saw that Germaine was about to injure herself, he hurriedly ran towards her to pull her into his arms. However, Juelz was faster than him. He dodged and pulled Germaine to him. After that, he hurriedly dragged Germaine away from Jeremy's clutches. After he made sure Germaine was fine, his gaze turned dark and resentful, "Do you see how Germaine reacts to you now? You heard her cries, right? She's scared of you now, and her first instinct is to get away from you!" "Germaine has always been a fearless woman who would do whatever she wants. Sh
As Wilson rushed into the room, he could smell the strong stench of blood. All of a sudden, he had a bad feeling about the entire situation. He looked around the room and began to yell out anxiously. "Boss, are you alright?" The room was a mess. A bloody belt could be seen on the snow-white floor, while the surroundings were stained with blood. There was no doubt that it was all from Germaine. Wilson's first thought was that they were finished. After experiencing such a terrible beating, Miss Germaine would definitely never forgive his boss. If he were Miss Germaine, he would definitely not forgive him as well. After thinking about it for a few moments, Wilson noticed that Jeremy was standing with his back to him. He had clenched his fists and was punching the wall hard repeatedly. It was obvious that he was in great pain and regret. And so, he was torturing himself. Both his hands had turned bloody from his efforts, even his skin
Dorothy slowly bent down towards Credence and pressed her cheek to his. Cold tears streamed down his gaunt face, and slowly trickled into Credence's mouth. The taste of her tears were slightly different from seawater. While it was salty, there was a bitter note to it. Her tears slowly entered Credence's throat and flowed into his stomach. This stimulated him to move his fingers. When she saw Credence move his index finger, Dorothy's heart began to beat wildly in her chest. With tears in her eyes, she let out a weak smile and looked at him in surprise. "Credence, are you awake?" She asked softly. If he had really woken up, she would be ecstatic, even more so than if she'd won the lottery. Credence slowly blinked open his eyes and noticed that Dorothy's red and swollen eyes were looking at him with joy. There were obvious dark circles under her tear-filled eyes. He knew it was his fault. He had made her sad once more. "Dorothy, don't cry. I'm fine."
"Credence, no!" Dorothy warned. Dorothy's cries of protest were swallowed by Credence, and her breathing sped up. His tongue burned with passion and suppressed emotions. It swept all over Dorothy's mouth. His passionate kiss made every inch of Dorothy's body tremble, and her hands involuntarily clung onto his strong neck... Soon enough, Credence's body, which had just undergone a major operation, could not handle it anymore. His breath was hot and rapid, and it fanned out over Dorothy's sensitive neck. He let out a sexy, deep moan, making her flush. "Credence, let's not do this, your body..." She felt his man slipping underneath her skirt and trailing higher and higher up her thigh. Dorothy stopped his hand, her breath unsteady. She didn't want him to continue agitating his already weak body. "Baby, I missed you, I missed you so much." After the passionate kiss, Credence could feel his blood boiling. It was especially so since her g
Credence stared at the message on the screen with a gradually darkening expression. The message started with a smiling expression, then said, "Credence, I forgot to tell you that the experts said your body isn't in the right condition to do any physical activities. After all, you've just gone through a craniotomy and also a thorax operation. Physical activities will lead to your blood pumping and your heart racing, which is bad for your successful recovery. In short, you need to get more rest and reduce your lovemaking!" Credence's face darkened further at that. He glanced at the top-right of his phone to check the time. It was almost half-past eleven. Jonathan was surely sending him this message at this hour deliberately. They were still lively and energetic men, so they understood each other. Credence almost broke his phone by clenching it too hard. He immediately replied Jonathan, saying, "You're playing with fire! Don't make me ruin your chances with Minnie.
Dorothy walked over, and her gaze swept over Juelz. She noticed that he looked haggard and crestfallen, and his shirt had specks of blood on it. Her heart jolted. "Juelz, did you get hurt as well?" "Dory, I'm fine! These bloodstains are not mine, they're all Germaine's. She was tortured and suffered major injuries." Juelz realised that Dorothy was somewhat concerned for him. His heart warmed a little but he still felt bitter. He did not expect her to care about his wellbeing even after he'd schemed against her. Her concern for him was still there. She was such a kind and beautiful woman. How could he bear to let her go? Dorothy did not know about these conflicting thoughts in Juelz's mind. Her attention was all on Germaine. After hearing that Germaine had been tortured, she immediately looked panicked and asked bluntly, "Jeremy did it, right?" That sinister and evil man gave Dorothy gave off the aura of a ruthless man. He was someone who wanted
Dorothy immediately ran over and helped to push Germaine to the VIP ward. She lay on the bed motionlessly, her eyes closed. It seemed that Juelz had already arranged for everything. There was no need for Dorothy to do anything. The two nurses there handled everything for Germaine in a proper manner, and there was nothing that Dorothy had to be concerned about. Before they left, the older nurse smiled politely at Dorothy and said, "Are you the patient's guardian? The patient has been drugged, and is still in an anesthetic state. After the effect of the anesthetics wears off, it will hurt a lot. By then, the patient will probably wake up in pain. If there is anything you need, you can just ring the bell." "Alright, I understand." Dorothy nodded, then she saw two nurses carefully inspecting Germaine's arm, which was being infused by a tube. When they concluded that everything was fine, they turned around and left the ward. She stared at Germaine's pale and sw
Dorothy's pupils contracted violently. She stared at the woman who rushed up to her and couldn't help saying, "Rosalie, it's you!" It had been a while since she'd last seen her so-called sister. Dorothy had almost forgotten what she looked like. From a distance, Rosalie saw Dorothy standing in the middle of the corridor, blocking her way. Wilson, along with two fierce-looking men, were coming after her from behind. She felt cold all over. Rosalie gritted her teeth and stared at the woman who was as calm as water. She cursed in a hoarse voice, "Dorothy, f*ck off!" Before this, Rosalie hadn't expected that her alliance with Jeremy would fall through. Everything was going along smoothly, and they'd be able to destroy Scott Group with just a little bit more effort. However, just overnight, Jeremy, that cruel and evil devil had decided to flip everything on its end. He'd sent Wilson after her to get the shares she had, and also to send her back to prison. It was too
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