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 held Belle's hand as they walked over to Credence's side. There was a fire exit at the end of the corridor. It was also the only staircase there. After Dorothy came back to her senses, she realized that Jonathan and Marvin had already sent Credence downstairs. At this moment, Juelz was being pushed into the operation room. When he saw Dorothy getting further and further away from him, he felt like if he didn't reach out to catch her, she would forever be lost to him. From now on, he would no longer have a chance of getting her. His heart ached, and he could not control himself. He shouted, "Dory!" Dorothy was weighed down by guilt, but she still followed her heart and left Juelz, who'd been badly injured by Credence, to go after Credence. She stood at the end of the corridor and picked Belle up. She was just about to take the stairs down, but she stiffened at Juelz's shout. Juelz was willing to put his life on the line for Belle and had
"Where is she?" Credence lay on the stretcher, an oxygen tube at his throat. He suppressed the pain and spoke hoarsely. No one knew if he was asking Jonathan or Marvin. Jonathan was quick to react. He strode over to the stretcher and started pushing it forward. He cried out joyfully, "F*ck, thank God you're okay, Credence!" Marvin's furrowed brows unfurled, and a smile formed on his face. He strode over as well and he teased, "Credence, already thinking about your woman the moment you're off the operating table?" "She is with Juelz, isn't she?" He pursed his bloodless lips tightly, his eyes turning to focus on the elevator. In just a few seconds, his face seemed to become more haggard. His face looked even paler under the harsh, white lights. Jonathan nodded and said matter-of-factly, "Of course! Credence, you've been in there for almost six hours, and she's been with Juelz for as long. She hasn't even brought Belle back here. I think she
The person whose heels were clacking against the floor was Dorothy. When she'd decided to stay by Juelz's side, she hadn't expected the operation to go on from ten thirty in the morning to six in the evening. It was more than seven hours. During that period, Belle had even fallen asleep in her arms after having her lunch. Juelz was unconscious after his operation, and he'd been wrapped up like a cocoon again. The medical personnel carefully transferred him from the stretcher to the bed. The effects of the anesthetic only wore off an hour later. Juelz slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Dorothy by his bedside, his eyes lit up. "Dory, I'm glad that I got to see you right after waking up." The joy in his eyes was strong and intense, and Dorothy felt uncomfortable as well as guilty. She stiffened for a while before returning to normal. A sincere smile appeared on her face, and she said, "Juelz, I'm glad that you're safe as well! I was very worried ab
"Not only am I telling you that I love you, I'm also telling you that I want to make love to you." Credence turned and stared at Dorothy's lips which were still red after being kissed by Juelz. A trace of pain flashed in his eyes. He subconsciously licked his lips, and suppressed the dizziness that was threatening to wash over him. He stared at her, his voice hoarse. "Of course, you're my wife, so even if you reject my request to make love, I won't go after anyone else." Every word he said was like a small stone being thrown into Dorothy's heart. It caused ripples that were sweeter than honey. She looked back at him in a daze. Her slender fingers clenched and loosened a few times. She couldn't hold back her smile, and she finally felt like she was on solid ground. Although he had harmed her greatly and made her suffer a lot in the past, and even though the pain and suffering she felt was still deeply engraved in her heart and could not be erased for
Victor was the one who called him. As soon as Credence spoke, Victor, who was panting, said respectfully, "Mr. Scott, where are you? I have very important information that I need to tell you at once." Credence raised his eyebrows. "Is it about Jeremy?" "Yes, it's about him." Credence's grip on his phone tightened. "I'm at the hospital. Call me when you're here and I'll send Benjamin to meet you." "Alright, I will be there right away." Victor's reply was quick and urgent. It seemed like he had dug up and pieced together very important information. After such a long time, they finally had a lead on the investigation on Jeremy. Credence endured the pain in his head and body as he placed his phone back on the table by the bedside. His eyes gradually turned cold. Victor arrived soon, about half an hour after the call. He followed after Benjamin, and he looked like he had lost weight. Though he was now thinner, he still had the strength t
Dorothy was shocked. When she could not find Germaine anywhere, she started looking for her. She walked around the room and did not find anyone in the bathroom. There wasn't anyone in the kitchen as well. She did not see any sign of Germaine in the mini lounge either. Dorothy panicked. She didn't know where Germaine had gone to, and it would be useless to call Germaine as she didn't have her phone with her. She called out, "Germaine, where are you?" Just as she was about to go ask the doctors and nurses, Dorothy suddenly noticed that the french window's curtains billowed, and the bottom of the curtain even brushed against Dorothy's arm. Her voice broke off immediately, and her gaze fell on the thin, frail figure behind the curtains. "Germaine, it's me. You're awake. Do you feel any better?" Dorothy walked over slowly and spoke gently. "Dory, I have been awake for some time now. Don't worry, I'm fine." Germaine's weak voice could be heard
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