Credence's face darkened. Why was Juelz calling him at this hour? It was close to two in the morning. After a while, he answered the call and narrowed his eyes. "It's me. What do you want?" On the other end of the line, Juelz shouted hoarsely, "Credence, I'm at a house at Eastlake Road. Belle was taken here. Get here quick, I can't hold on much longer!" After that, Juelz let out a roar and cursed loudly. A little girl's cries were mixed in with his shouts, and a man's sinister laugh, followed by the sound of a blade plunging into flesh rang in Credence's ears. If he was not wrong, that should be the sound of Juelz's body being cut by the kidnappers. Credence immediately turned to leave. He didn't waste time with Rosalie. When he left the bathroom, he immediately called Jonathan, "Rosalie is in the toilet of the first floor of the hospital. Her arms and ribs are broken. Take her to the police station immediately and hand her over to Yadriel. He'll kno
The sound of the wind breezing filled the shabby room which was filled with the scent of blood. Among everyone there, only Belle, who was lying near the door, could raise her head to look outside. After that, for her, it felt like she saw her hero suddenly appearing out of nowhere. It was her daddy! Her daddy, who was just a little more handsome than Daddy Juelz, was here to save her. Her big blue eyes sparkled with joy, and she smiled. She clenched her fists and waved them around as she shouted, "Daddy, these bad guys bullied me and even hit me! They hit Daddy Juelz as well. Get revenge for me and Daddy Juelz and beat them up till they cry." Credence broke through the door, followed by several policemen. He heard Belle's cries, and when he saw the bloodstains on her face, he burned with rage. He kicked out at the men. The first two who fell prey to his attack were two shorter men. They flew up in the air and landed heavily, letting out pained cries.
On the other side, Dorothy and Benjamin chased after Jeremy and his men. They ran out of the hospital and jumped into a car, then sped off towards the left. It looked like they were heading for Jeremy's private hospital. "Mrs. Scott, please sit tight. I'll go after them right now." The wound on Benjamin's waist that Wilson had inflicted had already been bandaged properly. The doctor had also administered some anesthetic, so it didn't hurt too badly. He could probably hold it out for the moment. Dorothy got into the backseat. From the rearview mirror, she saw that Benjamin looked rather pale. She didn't know that it was because of the wound, and she thought it was because he was sleep-deprived. She smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry that you have to stay up late to drive me around like this." "It is my duty to serve you, Mrs. Scott." Benjamin smiled politely. He drove the black Maybach and followed closely after Jeremy's car, but with a few cars between
"What else do you expect?" Dorothy thought that Jeremy was being ridiculous. She looked at him coldly, then let out a snort. "Look at what you've done to Germaine. Do you expect her to be grateful to you?" "F*ck off! You don't have the right to interfere with things between us." Jeremy's eyes were frosty. He glared at Dorothy, and he was annoyed by how meddling she was. If it weren't for the fact that Germaine would hate him more if he got rid of Dorothy, he would've already gotten Wilson to dump her in a river somewhere. At Jeremy's viciousness, Dorothy subconsciously blocked Germaine from his sight. She glared back at him fearlessly. "Mr. Sherman, Germaine's already half-dead from your torment. I can't give her to you, or else you'll probably finish the deed this time." "Miss Fisher, don't f*cking talk nonsense. Mind your own business, and stop sticking your nose into my boss' and Miss Germaine's matters." Wilson stood to one side. When he sa
Dorothy had watched Credence and Jeremy's exchange silently. Credence was extremely confident, and his features were cold. His aura was so strong and imposing that it completely overpowered Jeremy. He was too handsome! When she saw Credence striding towards her with warmth and tenderness in his eyes, Dorothy smiled at him. "Help me get Germaine out of here." "Sure." Credence walked towards her and handed her a brand new phone. Dorothy didn't realise what was going on at first, but she still subconsciously reached out to take it, and their hands met. She was a little surprised, "Credence, why are you giving me a phone?" At that, Credence smiled. "Use this from now on. It's the same model as mine, so we'll be using couple phones." Looking at the white phone in her hands, Dorothy didn't really get his underlying meaning aside from it being a romantic gesture. The next second, Credence caressed her red lips. His gaze focused on her face
Dorothy asked Credence to arrange for Germaine's ward to be next to Belle's. It would be more convenient for her to take care of them, and it would also be safer. Germaine curled up on the bed, burying half her face in the sheets. She was silent, and it was like she was trying to hide herself. Dorothy sighed, then said lowly, "Germaine, get some sleep after taking your medication. All our pain will eventually go away." "Dory, tell me, did the pain that Credence brought to you go away?" Germaine turned her head around. As she spoke, her face was ashen, and her lips trembled. She was trying her best to suppress her pain. However, she could still think clearly. This proved that she was slowly healing in all aspects. At that moment, Dorothy's emotions were a mixture of sorrow and joy. In her memory, Germaine had always been proud and did as she wanted. She was beautiful, and she was the daughter of the Sherman family. There was nothing she fe
Although she was curious, Dorothy did not want to spy on him. She noticed that Credence's gaze was getting colder and colder. He stopped in his tracks and answered the phone with a cold look. The distance between the two of them was so close that although Dorothy could not see the series of numbers displayed on Credence's phone clearly, she could vaguely hear the familiar soft voice coming from the other end. It turned out to be Rosalie. Somehow, Dorothy's heart skipped a beat. For some reason, she felt a little uncomfortable. Wasn't Rosalie sent to prison by Jonathan? How could she still call Credence? Dorothy held back the anger in her heart and listened attentively to what Rosalie had to say. After that, she heard Rosalie laughing proudly and enchantingly on the other end of the line. "Credence, you should've gotten anyone other than that useless idiot Jonathan to bring me to the police. Are you surprised that I managed to get away again? You broke two
"When I came in, Belle was already asleep. She won't be able to hear us." The light was reflected in Dorothy's eyes. Even though Credence's face was thin and straight, it was still magnified when it was reflected in her pupils. Her heart was beating wildly. She never thought that Credence, who was such a cruel and merciless man, would have such a shameless side as well. As she struggled, Credence held her hands down, and she could only lean against the door, trying to put some distance between them. However, he stuck a leg between hers, his knee brushing against her every now and then. She glared at him. "So what if Belle's asleep? Credence, don't forget that you're covered in injuries, and you're a patient! The doctor said that you have to get enough rest. Stop thinking about that! Credence, you're already thirty-five, and you could easily lose your life if you continue causing trouble like this!" Dorothy didn't thoroughly process her words. She just want
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