Dorothy's body couldn't help trembling. She knew that Credence could really put his words into action. The most powerful man in Talco City was certainly not a kind-hearted person. However, the cruelty in his bones was hidden well under his mature and restrained appearance. Sometimes, even Dorothy forgot how cold-hearted this man really was. She staggered over and pounced on Credence's back. She grasped both of his arms tightly from behind and said through gritted teeth, "Please don't kill Juelz. It's all my fault. It has nothing to do with him. I'll bear all the consequences alone." After all, she was an orphan and had no family. It would not matter whether she was dead or alive! Credence's cold gaze landed on Dorothy's face. When their eyes caught, he could see the sadness and worries in her eyes. All of a sudden, he felt a dull pain in his heart. The scene he was greeted with when he broke into the hotel room the previous night lingered in his mind
Half an hour later, Dorothy had changed into a hospital gown with blue and white stripes. She sat on the sofa outside the operating room and waited patiently. Inside the sterile room, the doctor was doing a full body examination on Rosalie to ensure that nothing would go wrong during the surgery. Dorothy waited for nearly two hours before the attending doctor came out. He nodded at her, saying, "Miss Fisher, you may enter now to get ready." "Okay." After taking a few deep breaths, Dorothy stood up and straightened her gown. Then, she entered the operating room. To her surprise, Rosalie sat up from the operating table. At the sight of Dorothy, Rosalie sized her up and said with a smile, "Dorothy, oh Dorothy! Seems that you have not been very well while I was in a coma." "You are not injured at all?!" Dorothy was dumbfounded. She looked at Rosalie warily and let out a gasp. At that moment, Dorothy understood everything. Rosalie was no
"Don't worry, Mr. Scott. The kidney transplantation has gone well. Now we are wrapping up the surgery. Miss Rosalie will be fine." For some reason, the attending doctor did not take off his mask. Besides, his figure became smaller. He seemed to be disguising his voice, making it sound hoarse. It made one feel extremely uncomfortable. Nevertheless, Credence did not find anything unusual. He nodded slightly and asked, "Then... How about Dorothy Fisher?" When he asked this question, there was no expression on his face. But his clenched fists had betrayed his feeling of nervousness at that moment. The doctor wondered if he was worried about Rosalie or Dorothy. "Her condition may not be so optimistic." The doctor stole a quick glance at Credence's cold face. Then, he quickly lowered his head. With a hoarse voice, he faltered, "During the surgery, we found out that her uterus has been seriously injured. Coupled with the fact that she had sexual inter
Upon hearing the news, Rosalie's heart contracted with fear. Her biggest wish was to see Dorothy die, so that she could replace her as Mrs. Scott. But now that Dorothy was on the verge of death on the operating table, Credence's behavior was different from what she had expected. From his reaction, it seemed that he was going to put the blame on her... She could not let it happen. She could not just sit by and await her doom. At this thought, a malicious look immediately flashed across Rosalie's eyes. She instructed the doctor, "Hurry, give me an anesthetic injection right now! And make stitches on my abdomen. Tell him that the operation was successful. Because of the anesthetic, I am not awake yet." After that, Rosalie lay back on the hospital bed and closed her eyes nervously. Any small detail that could arouse Credence's suspicions had to be handled thoughtfully. "Yes, Miss Rosalie." The doctor was bribed by the Fisher family. However,
Credence took out his mobile phone and pressed the answer button. There was a dark pool of indecipherable emotion in his eyes. On the other end of the line, Rosalie coughed weakly. "Credence, the doctor said that my operation was successful. What about Dorothy? How is she?" Credence could feel her sincere concern for Dorothy. Perhaps, Rosalie did not know anything! Credence's expression softened a little. However, his face was still gloomy when he replied, "Something happened to her after she gave her kidney to you." "What happened? Tell me, Credence. What happened to Dorothy?" Credence suddenly heard a commotion over the phone. He guessed Rosalie was in a hurry to get up and visit Dorothy in the operating room, but she was stopped by the doctors and nurses. Her delicate voice showed extreme anxiety. "Let go of me! All of you, let me out! I want to see my sister. What happened to her? What happened? Tell me..." Upon hearing that, Credence hung
Upon hearing this, Rosalie's face was deathly pale. The tips of her fingers trembled slightly as she clenched her fist. Her fingernails pierced into her tender palm as she tightened her fist. The sharp pain pulled her back to her senses. She was extremely depressed, but she still raised her pale face to Credence and said in a gentle and sensible way, "Credence, it does not matter. I believe you must have your reasons for this." Credence was slightly surprised at how considerate Rosalie was. Stunned, he looked at her apologetically. "Dorothy just passed away. I'm not in the mood for the time being." As if something had blocked his throat, his voice sounded a little dull and hoarse. "I understand. I don't blame you. If you had not suggested it just now, I would have suggested it." Rosalie nodded her head in understanding. With a disconcerted expression on her face, she grabbed Credence's large hand. She gently tugged at it and slowly pressed his cold p
When Dorothy woke up from her coma, it was already a week later. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw an overwhelmingly rich golden color. It was luxurious and flamboyant, like that licentious woman in her memory. Was she back home? Dorothy's heart skipped a beat. She held her weak body and was about to go to the bathroom when the golden door was suddenly pushed open from the outside. A woman in a bright red sleeveless mini dress came in like a gust of wind. She took off her diamond-studded black sunglasses, revealing her beautiful face. She noticed that Dorothy had already gotten out of bed, and her bright eyes lit up with joy. "Oh, Dory, you're finally awake! I was worried to death." "Germaine, when did you return? How... how did I end up in your house?" Dorothy looked at Germaine Sherman, who was overjoyed, blankly, and was confused. "Dory, I came back a week ago. Did you know that you have slept for seven days and seven nights? My
As soon as Juelz arrived, Credence followed... There was only one possibility! This man had long been eyeing Juelz. As soon as Juelz made any unusual movements, he would immediately discover it and track him down. "Why... why are you here?" Facing the man who had suddenly appeared, and his wolf-like gaze, Dorothy's body shuddered violently. Her face was blue and her whole body trembled uncontrollably. "Why can't I be here?" Credence sneered and quickened his steps. A strong wind blew past Juelz. In the next second, Juelz was knocked to the ground by a sudden force! Falling to the ground along with his wheelchair, Juelz's face turned livid and he roared furiously, "F*ck you, Credence Scott, you're so shameless!" Credence ignored Juelz's yelling and quickly stood beside Dorothy's bed with a cold face. Then, with a flash in his sharp eyes, he pushed Germaine out. "Ah... D*mn it!" Although Germaine was prepared for this, the stren
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