As Dorothy looked at Credence, his gaze fell on her as well. He pursed his thin lips into a tight line, and there were a lot of things that he wanted to tell her. However, he did not know what to say. There were a lot of things he wanted to say, but all of it turned into a single sentence, "It's late, why are you not asleep yet?" Dorothy looked away from his eyes, and the pain in her heart increased. She could not figure out why he could pretend as if nothing had happened even after he was done flirting with another woman in the office. He could even ask her so blatantly on why she was still awake at such a late hour. The words she heard on the phone, especially the words from the woman named Melanie, pricked her heart like needles. How on earth could she sleep soundly? However, Dorothy did not show it on her face, and she only said calmly, "It's your birthday today. Belle insisted on staying up to wait for you to come back because it's her first time cele
Dorothy was still angry with Credence. She turned her back to both him and Belle, and glanced at her phone on the bedside table. It was already 11:40 at night, and they had to quickly celebrate for Credence before the day was over. However, she had already tidied up the bed. For a moment, she did not know what to do. Credence didn't take Belle's advice to coax Dorothy. Instead, he turned off the lights and looked like he was getting ready to blow the candles out. He still ignored her after a long while. This made Dorothy feel extremely annoyed. She walked into the lounge next door and sat on the sofa to watch some news on her phone. However, for some unknown reason, the words were so dazzling that it hurt her eyes and she could not see anything. She could feel the anger in her body growing stronger and stronger. She threw her phone on the sofa, grabbed a pillow and placed it on her legs. She clenched her fists and punched it hard. "Credence, you annoying m
After Dorothy finished eating, she turned around and was about to wash her hands by the sink when she suddenly felt Credence's hand on her waist. The searing heat radiated through her thin shirt and on to her skin. It was as if she was electrocuted, and her entire body trembled. She paused for a moment. After that, she looked up at him with a pair of calm eyes. A complicated and sharp pain flashed in her eyes. "Credence, what am I to you?" Credence gently pressed her against the wall, his warm palm stroking her cold face. He spoke lowly and slowly, "You're my wife, the only woman I want to be with for the rest of my life." "Then, why won't you tell me anything? Do you really treat me as your woman?" Dorothy closed her clear eyes tightly and then opened them again. She grasped Credence's big palm which was holding her face tightly. The force was so strong that Credence almost felt a little bit of pain. Her fair face was filled with determination. "Cre
Benjamin was shocked when he saw Dorothy falling to the ground with her eyes closed and the pungent smell of blood all around the air. He quickly handed Belle to a nurse who was close to him and ran towards the unconscious Dorothy. He shouted, "Mr. Scott, Mrs. Scott has fainted." Credence was answering Marvin's call from the lounge inside. Marvin asked if he had finished things on his end, and roughly when they would arrive on the rooftop. He was already prepared to leave. Credence replied Marvin with a "right away" and hung up the phone. Immediately, his left eyelid started twitching, as if something bad was about to happen. He clutched the phone in his hand tightly and walked out as fast as he could. Suddenly, he heard Benjamin shouting in horror, saying that Dorothy was unconscious. He felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if a knife had twisted itself in. "Benjamin, I asked you to get people in here to pack up. What the f*ck have you done? She was fine just a m
Marvin had waited in the helicopter on the rooftop from 11 o'clock until 1 o'clock in the morning. However, Credence, Dorothy and Belle were not on the rooftop yet. On the contrary, Dorothy had fainted and was on the verge of a miscarriage. His face turned extremely cold and he immediately jumped off the helicopter to run down the stairs to the emergency room in a hurry. The surgery in the emergency room was still going on. Marvin looked over and saw Credence leaning against the white wall. His face was extremely cold, as if it was devoid of life. Marvin punched the wall hard, his eyes shooting towards Credence. "Credence, what happened?" The only reply he got was the cold air rising from the room. Marvin was not angry. Judging from Credence's haggard appearance, he probably wasn't in the mood to talk. Marvin quickly turned to Benjamin and said, "You tell me what happened. I want to know all the details." Benjamin sighed, but it was mostly out of sel
Jonathan rushed to the hospital at 3 o'clock in the morning. At that moment, Credence had already completed his emergency operation and was pushed into a VIP luxury ward by Marvin and Benjamin. Because of the anesthetic, Credence was still unconscious. There was a transparent oxygen pipe stuck to his nostrils. His face was pale and devoid of any signs of life, and he looked no better off than a corpse. Jonathan ran in with big strides. He reached out his hand to Credence's chest so that he could touch it. He noticed that Credence's heartbeat had slowed down, and it was beating very slowly. He shouted, "Marv, what's wrong with Credence? He just got out of the operating room not long ago and his body was slowly recovering. What happened this time? D*mn it. Does he want to die?" Marvin pounded the bedside table hard. He looked at the silent man lying on the bed, and a heavy feeling rose from the heart. "I don't know whether Credence still wants his life or not, but
Marvin and Jonathan found an attending doctor and asked him to arrange the most stable and comfortable wheelchair immediately. This was so that they could push Credence, who could not move, to the corridor outside Dorothy's ward. "No, I won't agree! This is simply an irresponsible thing towards Mr. Scott's health." The attending doctor frowned, "Mr. Scott's condition is critical. His illness is caused by internal complications. It is very serious, especially his blood vessels in his brain. One wrong move, and the whole situation will worsen. I was thinking of doing an MRI on Mr. Scott when he recovers a little bit of his strength tomorrow so that I could make a new report on the condition of the brain nerves in his skull." Hearing the doctor's words, all three of them had an urge to give up, especially Jonathan. He frowned badly. "Credence, why don't you have a good rest first? I'll send you there after your brain examination tomorrow. You can't go there now. Dorothy
Hearing that Dorothy had suffered a major blood loss leading to her heart stopping, Credence's hands and body shook rapidly, and his deep pupils expanded rapidly. All of a sudden, he sat up, as if he was going to jump down from the bed. An immense pain could be seen in his deep dark eyes, "Marvin, It's my fault, it's really my fault!" Had he not done anything on his own accord and listened carefully to Dorothy's suggestions, then she would never have met with such a tragic accident. She had lost a lot of blood, and now, her heartbeat had stopped. This meant that it would be very difficult for her to overcome this life-and-death situation. Seeing how guilty he felt and how much he wanted to take Dorothy's place to endure her suffering for her, a trace of complexity flashed in Marvin's eyes. He comforted him in a hoarse way, "Credence, no one expected something like this to happen so suddenly. The doctor did say that Dorothy's situation is very serious, but he had
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