Dorothy was flustered by Germaine's question. What else was she to do if she wasn't going to cut off all ties with Credence? Was she supposed to continue loving him and suffer? Noticing Dorothy's flustered look, Germaine could see she had hurt her. She coughed and said, "About that, Dory, I may have gone too far earlier. Don't take it to heart. Credence is just a shameless jerk. The sooner you break up with him, the sooner you'll be free from pain." "Besides, Dory, you're so beautiful and gentle. As long as a man has eyes, he'll definitely like you. If you weren't such a wonderful woman, that silly Juelz wouldn't have loved you for all those years. He's loved you ever since he was a young man, now he is a middle-aged man, humph." Dorothy was drinking tea as they talked. Her hand that was holding her teacup paused and she smiled. "Germaine, I have always treated Juelz like a brother! Juelz is a good man. He deserves a better woman, not me." Ever since
"So, according to your investigations, you're certain she's here?" Credence was speaking to Marvin as he stepped out of the car. His face had a blank expression on it. Marvin stepped forward and nodded. "Yes, this is the clinic. No doubt about it. One of my distant cousin's friends is a partner here. He sent me a video of her after I sent him a picture of her in our family group chat. In the video, Melanie broke into the operating room, placed a scalpel against the doctor's neck, and forced him to operate on her. Because it was a small clinic, there was only one operating room, and he was already operating on another patient. So, she couldn't receive treatment right away. "Perhaps she only did that because she wanted to be treated as soon as possible. She must have thought that this clinic was too small and remote for us to find her right away. She must have thought she could be long gone from here by the time we find her. Unfortunately, plans change." Mar
Since Melanie had taken Credence's Maybach away, he had to hitch a ride in Marvin's car. He leaned against the passenger seat with sunken eyes, and his face darkened. When they passed the hospital Dorothy was in, Marvin deliberately slowed down. He turned around and asked Credence, "Credence, do you want to visit her?" "No." Credence slowly opened his eyelids. He was wearing a black suit, and it matched the darkness in his eyes as if it was the last hour of darkness before dawn. Marvin could sense a lingering pain from the dark aura that surrounded him. He was shocked and couldn't help but ask, "Why not?" "I'm the reason she almost had a miscarriage. She is still recovering from her surgery. If she sees me, she'll just feel uncomfortable. This won't be good for her physical recovery." Credence's voice was hoarse and gloomy, but calm. It sounded as though he wasn't the one who missed Dorothy day and night. Marvin sighed. "Credence, if it weren't
Benjamin answered Boden's call. He knew the urgency of the matter, so he immediately put his work aside and walked to a corner to inform Credence. On the other end of the call, Credence was in the last guest room in the Scott Manor. He was searching for possible clues of his father's affairs with another woman in a pile of old newspapers and magazines. Marvin was standing beside him, he bent down and followed him in looking through the books. He was searching for clues as well. "Credence, we've searched through the whole building, but we couldn't find anything. This may be our last hope." "Judging from my father's cautious personality, it's most likely to be placed around here." Credence said calmly. He was feeling warm. He straightened his back and took off his jacket. He then hung it on a coffee-colored rattan chair next to him. He turned around and was about to look through another layer of financial papers when he noticed a very subtle crack in the arm
Credence stepped out of the car and strode into the hospital. Boden spotted him and quickly ran over with a serious look on his face. "Mr. Scott, I asked the doctor who was attending to Mrs. Scott, she said that Mrs. Scott had a nightmare, and she felt severe pain in her stomach." Boden was bold, precise, and skillful. Benjamin personally selected him to lead Dorothy's team of bodyguards. Aside from him, there were a dozen other men strategically placed around the hospital. The men were dressed up as ordinary people. They could blend in easily if they were thrown into a crowd. If anyone were to rush into Dorothy's ward and hurt her, they'd have to get through them first. As for the nightmare, Boden had explained it to Benjamin over the phone, and Benjamin notified Credence about it in detail. Credence frowned after listening to Boden's report. He stepped into the hall with a blank face. Marvin followed close behind. He had a faint smile on his face. Creden
Dorothy was putting on her shoes in the ward. Her feet had gotten swollen because of her pregnancy. This made it quite hard for her to wear shoes. Juelz was watching from the side. He really wanted to just pick her up and carry her to the ultrasound room. It would've been much faster that way. Dorothy had only managed to put on a single shoe after struggling for two to three minutes. Juelz couldn't wait any longer. He rushed over and spread his arms, as though he wanted to hold her in his arms. As he held her up, he realized that Dorothy had lost a lot of weight in the past 10 days since her operation. She was so light. He looked at her pale face, and Juelz felt his throat tighten. "Dory, this is all my fault. I've been so useless, that's why you've suffered so much." At that moment, even if he'd never earn her love, he'd be happy fulfilling her wishes so that she would be happy. "Juelz, how could you blame yourself for that?" The pain in her s
"Bang! Bang!" Juelz was caught off guard and got hit on the back by Credence's iron fists. He was in so much pain that his vision turned blurry and almost fainted. He turned around and met with Credence's cold stare. He was furious and shouted hoarsely. "Credence, are you out of your f*cking mind?" "Shut the f*ck up!" Credence wouldn't answer him. His long and narrow eyes were uncaringly furious. He grabbed Juelz's arm and threw him on his back with intense force. Juelz didn't have time to dodge. He was immediately thrown towards the door frame of the next ward and landed on his nose. Fresh blood flowed out of it. When Juelz caught the faint smell of blood, he touched the blood on his nose with his hand. He fell into a rage and shouted. "Credence, why?! What right do you have to hit me?! Dory almost lost her baby because of you, even now, she's still in immense pain. I haven't even sought you out for revenge, so what gives you the right to hit me? Fine the
"You want a divorce?" Credence's voice was very calm and hushed, it was very difficult to hear him. However, Dorothy was able to hear his suppressed anger from his calm voice. She didn't understand. She asked for a divorce, and she was doing it so that he could have his affair with Melanie. Why was he so angry? She watched him walk towards her. She blinked and tears streamed out of her eyes. She spoke in a harsh nasally voice. "Credence, we're in a hospital, I have to go through a very important examination right now." "My baby, the baby in my womb, I can't let anything happen to it. This baby is my only chance left to save Belle. The doctors are ready. Could you please leave and stop wasting my time?" "As for our own matter, we can talk about it after I finish my check-up." The man in front of them was so powerful that he could beat Juelz up all by himself. The other female doctors looked at each other. None of them dared to speak up, none except fo
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