Before Dorothy even came back to her senses, Jonathan rushed in and said, "Dorothy, hurry up. I'll take you there right now. Let's go!" "Go where?" Dorothy stood still, still taken aback. She didn't know what Jonathan was up to. In the end, Germaine had enough of it. She walked away from the window, held Dorothy's right hand and gave her a push, "Dory, don't worry about me. I'm fine. Hurry, just go. Credence must have something important to tell you." Dorothy flipped their hands and held on to Germaine's wrist instead. It was so thin that her eyes reddened. "Germaine, I'll come back shortly, and I'll help you arrange to be discharged." Germaine nodded, her eyes relaxing. She didn't say anything else. Dorothy looked at her for a few seconds. When she was sure that there was nothing wrong with Germaine, she felt relieved and finally followed Jonathan out. They entered the elevator and went straight to the lobby on the first floor. She trailed aft
As Dorothy watched the elegant middle-aged woman enter the venue, she was looking back at her as well. Her face, especially, looked just like Dorothy's. Her eyes were filled with surprise, and her lips trembled as she said, "Dory, I'm sorry. I've been absent from your life for so long, and I hope I'm not too late." For Dorothy, it felt like she was looking at herself in the mirror. It was just that she was looking at a version of herself that was twenty years older. She watched the middle-aged woman walk towards her step by step, and she was really dumbstruck. She wanted to turn around and walk away. However, she could not move her feet no matter what. It was as if her foot was rooted to the ground. Back when she was following Jonathan to this place, she was wondering what Credence was up to, and why he was acting so mysterious. Now, Dorothy finally knew his intentions. The so-called huge surprise was her finding her biological mother. He had f
Dorothy looked up and met Credence's tender eyes. Under everyone's watchful eyes, she felt anxious and her face turned red. She wanted to break free of his embrace, but he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his embrace again. Credence narrowed his eyes, then used his free hand to lift her chin up, looking both rascally and gentlemanly. He leaned in close to her ear, satisfied at her blushing face. He chuckled lightly and said, "Mrs. Scott, are you still mad at your husband?" Dorothy's head was forced up, and she met his eyes. His handsome appearance fell into her eyes, and she could almost feel him oozing tenderness. He had perfect jaws, a sexy Adam's apple, and a cold and slender neck that was covered by his white shirt... The longer she stared at him, the more she felt like her heart was aflutter, but it was mixed in with a feeling of grievance. Her eyes felt a little sour. She took a deep breath and pushed away her inappropria
Dorothy and Leilani's reunion, as well as his proposal to her in public was not a secret. Hence, there was no need to keep things secret at the scene. This meant that under Credence's deliberate indulgence, these two matters that were related to Dorothy were splattered all over the news. At the city hospital, Juelz was now able to eat normally after undergoing treatment for half a month. His surface wounds had all healed, but his internal wounds were yet to fully recover. He had no choice but to continue staying in the hospital to undergo the necessary treatment under Sontha's forcefulness. On this day, Sontha brought a lot of documents that required Juelz's signature to the hospital. He stood by Juelz's bedside and told him about some amusing things that had happened at the company to cheer him up. When it came to a sales manager, Sontha was especially amused. He'd drank himself dry to win a huge deal with some multinational company. He'd had two expensive, con
Ysabelle was pushing Yezoo out of the bedroom on the second floor. They'd just started walking down the stairs when they ran into an angry Juelz. Juelz disliked his uncle for being so stubborn when it came to marrying Ysabelle when he had always been a gentle man. If he had never married such a horrible person and allowed Jeremy into their home, then the Sherman family would not be destroyed. Moreover, Gordan would not fall into such a state as well. He would not end up in such a paralyzed state. "Yezoo, I need to talk to that woman behind you." Juelz had not formally addressed Yezoo as his uncle for a long time, and he had never called Ysabelle formally too. "Juelz, you are here. Is there any reason you are looking for my wife?" Yezoo nodded at Juelz with a faint smile. He had always been a calm and peaceful man. He did not have any intentions of inheriting the Sherman family's business. He had only ever been stubborn in pursuing Ysabell
Dorothy was trapped between Credence's strong and warm chest and the sofa. There was nowhere for her to run. As their breathing intertwined, the air around them turned flirtatious. He playfully used the tip of his tongue to press against the sensitive parts of her chest, and Dorothy could not help but gulp and let out a low moan. Credence gulped when he heard that, and his Adam's apple moved up and down. He fixed his gaze on her crimson face, and his eyes darkened as he said, "Babe, do you want to moan louder?" "Oh... what?" Dorothy did not hear him clearly, thus she looked at him and asked him in confusion. Under the lights, she raised her eyes and stared at him with a look that was filled with complete trust and dependence. As if she had reverted back into that gentle wife she was when they were first married, the little wife that would treat him well and take good care of him no matter how cold or violent he was. When was the last time she h
At Jonathan's words, Credence's gaze sharpened. He immediately released Dorothy from his embrace and straightened up. He headed outwards, past the balcony, then asked with a poker face, "What's Rosalie done this time?" "I can't really make it clear to you right now, but basically she's made up some rumours about Dorothy and used her mother in the process, saying some crap about 'like mother, like daughter'. You know, since her mother's so dirty, that she can't be better off." "Just go online and see it for yourself." Credence pulled out a cigarette and lit it up before taking a few puffs. He said seriously, "Okay, got it." After that, he hung up the phone and scrolled through the headlines with a cold expression. However, when he saw the vulgar, cheap clickbait titles, his narrowed eyes turned ruthless and cold. The first video was one of Dorothy and Leilani's reunion. It had happened just this morning, and it'd already cooked up such a storm.
After hearing Marvin's words, Jonathan turned and winked at Credence, putting on an ambiguous smile. "Credence, tell the truth. Is this woman that Marvin's talking about an ex-lover of yours or something?" Benjamin had already compiled all the websites and influencers spreading rumours about Dorothy into a password-protected file. Once Credence gave the order, he'd immediately put Scott Group's PR department to work to clear Dorothy's name. However, at Jonathan's words, Benjamin couldn't help looking up at Credence. The part of him that thirsted for gossip stood at attention. He had only started working for Credence and the Scott Group a year after Credence became president. Hence, he had no idea about Credence's past in the army. As far as he could see, Credence's face was cold and calm, and Benjamin couldn't help shuddering slightly. In Benjamin's impression, Credence had always been calm and reserved, and it seemed like nothing could jolt him. Now, howe
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