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 was worried about Belle and Credence's injuries, thus she woke up early in the morning. She didn't expect to meet Credence's eyes first thing in the morning, though. She could even see herself reflected in there. Moreover, Credence's stubble was visible, and when he brushed it across her cheeks, it did not hurt much. It only felt ticklish and numbing. Dorothy thought that she hadn't woken up yet, and that she was only hallucinating. She opened her eyes wide to take a better look. Credence was really awake. He was leaning above her, his right arm propped on the bed. He was staring at her, and who knew how long he'd been watching her. The morning light shone through the windows, and it fell on the side of his face, making him look especially handsome. Dorothy was a little dazzled by his handsome appearance. She stared at him a daze, then said hoarsely, "Credence, when did you wake up?" "I have been awake for quite a while." Credence
Jonathan looked at Credence, who was still handsome even though his head was wrapped up in a bandage. He coughed, then smiled cheekily. "Credence, I'm one of the most popular men in Talco City. I'm handsome, rich, and long-lasting. How can a small matter like that bring me down?" "You? Long-lasting?" Credence narrowed his eyes, a faint smile on his lips. He said dismissively, "Everybody in Talco City knows that you can only last three seconds." Jonathan's hackles raised at that. He shouted, "F*ck, Credence, how can you just expose my shortcomings just like that? I'm going to die of anger!" He knew that he should not have been so complacent as to joke about Credence's desires for sex with Dorothy despite his serious injuries in front of the doctor. Now, he was the laughing stock. It seems that only Dorothy could bear his bad temper. As for Dorothy, she was brushing her teeth and washing her face in the bathroom. She had no idea what those men were talking a
Dorothy took a closer look, and she found out that it was a young man who was about 25 or 26 years old. He looked handsome and somewhat familiar, however, she did not know where she had met him before. She vigilantly pulled Belle close to her, her face darkening. "Who are you?" "Hello, Miss Fisher, I'm Mr. Juelz Sherman's assistant, Sontha Lanes. We've met a few times. Do you still remember me?" Sontha had a pair of gold wire-rimmed glasses on, and he spoke politely. He gave off a good impression. When Dorothy heard him introduce himself, she immediately recalled having heard Juelz mention him before. Juelz had said that he was young, but he was good at what he did. It was just that while she was working for Juelz, though she was supposed to be his secretary, she hadn't really done anything and didn't really remember any of her colleagues. "Hello, Mr. Lanes. What can I do for you?" "Miss Fisher, Mr. Sherman is seriously injured, and he is being
The smell of cigarettes in the room was too strong. Amidst the smoke, Juelz's look of surprise was faintly discernible in Dorothy's vision. Dorothy saw Juelz's expressions clearly. There was a slight look of shock mixed with guilt on his face, and she felt a bitter feeling in her heart. Juelz had always been a carefree man. When had he become so cautious and humble? "Juelz, I'm sorry, I should have come earlier." Taking into consideration that the cigarette smoke was bad for Belle, Dorothy didn't bring her in. She asked Sontha to play with Belle instead. Out of nowhere, Sontha took out a large stack of Belle's favorite comic books. He placed them on the sofa, and there was almost not enough space for them to sit. "Wow, thank you, Daddy Juelz. Thank you, Mr. Lanes." Belle was particularly happy. She sat on a small chair obediently and read the comics happily. Sontha turned around and explained with a smile, "Miss Fisher, Mr. Sherman
His head was wrapped in white gauze, but he didn't look funny. Instead, he looked imposing. His cold, terrifying gaze landed on Dorothy's face, making her heart pound. In her panic, she abruptly broke free of Juelz's hold on her head and subconsciously looked at Credence. Her lips trembled, and she said, "Credence, that... what you just saw, I can explain everything." "Explain what?" Credence took the opportunity to close the door tightly. He stood by the door motionlessly, his expression seemingly calm. However, his cold aura froze the atmosphere in the room, almost making one shudder. No matter how hard he tried to prevent it from happening, Juelz would always find a way to get to Dorothy. In fact, judging from what he'd just seen, their relationship didn't seem to be as innocuous as he'd thought. What exactly should he do with this woman? Two hours ago, he'd been attending to the urgent documents that Benjamin had brought over from the compa
"Credence..." "Credence!" When Dorothy saw this, her pupils contracted, as she threw herself towards Credence and screamed loudly. His eyes were tightly shut, and he didn't say anything. His fists were still clutched at his chest, as if he still wanted to punch Juelz. His handsome face was extremely pale, and a sad, painful smile formed on his face. He was thirty five years old. Perhaps to Jonathan and Marvin, he was a winner at life because he had a wife and daughter, but he was the only one who knew how heavy and anxious his heart was at the thought of such happiness. Occasionally, he would dream of Dorothy and Belle returning to his side, however, it would only be a sweet dream of his. Now, his beautiful dream was finally shattered upon seeing Dorothy and Juelz's passionate kiss. It fully revealed the uneasiness he felt in his heart. Dorothy and Belle had had a difficult time in Monticello over the past six years, and Juelz had been wi
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