Looking at both Jonathan and Minnie, Credence narrowed his eyes but and stayed silent. According to the plan they had discussed before, he would ask Minnie to take pictures and videos with him for about an hour. "Credence, don't be so serious. Smile, yes, that's it. Keep that smile on your face. Good, very good, don't move. That position is perfect. Let me finish this up." Jonathan was in charge of taking pictures and videos. He was holding a camera in his hands and was constantly finding the best angle to shoot the scenes in. Of course, it would be best if Melanie would just die from anger once these photos were published on the Internet! Credence was in a suit and tie and looked a little awkward, but he still managed to follow Jonathan's instructions. In order to make the scene look more realistic, he deliberately put on a faint smile. His eyes were deep and dark, it made him look mature. Minnie, who was beside Credence, cooperated with him and Jon
Late at night in Talco City, a black limousine sped along the empty streets. Credence sat in the driver's seat. He held the steering wheel with his hands and was driving very fast. He didn't know what was wrong with him tonight, but he couldn't wait to see Dorothy. He wanted to hold her tightly in his arms, he wanted to feel her warm embrace and grip the curves of her body. He wanted to tell her that he loved her! For the first time in his life, Credence felt they were too far apart and his car was too slow. He cursed that it was taking so long for him to see Dorothy. After driving for over 40 minutes, he parked his car in front of the hospital. Credence quickly jumped out before the car came to a complete stop. His eyes were sparkling as he ran faster than the wind and towards Dorothy's ward. Boden appeared from a hidden corner and spoke to Credence. He was walking quickly and spoke in a respectful tone. "Mr. Scott, Mrs. Scott and Miss Belle have fa
Dorothy was so drowsy after her time with Credence. She was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyelids. She could only hum. Her soft "Hum" slipped into Credence's ears and made him tremble. He embraced the woman in his arms even tighter. His eyes were deeper than the sea. He very slowly and clearly spoke each word of his next sentence. "Melanie won't live past this week!" Did he drive all the way to the hospital in the middle of the night just to tell her he was going to take action against Melanie? Did he have a falling out with Melanie? What was the reason for them falling out? Upon hearing this, Dorothy's heart beat faster and heavier. She gripped his p*nis harder... Credence let out a painful and satisfying grunt. He was caught off guard. He spoke in a hoarse and sexy tone. "Harder, baby, harder!" Dorothy was so tired that her forehead was sweltering, especially her arms. They were so sore that she hardly had strength left. She
"Not interested!" Juelz hung up the phone. He had a glum look on his face. If Credence was a ferocious beast, then Jeremy was a vicious wolf. He could never tell if Jeremy would bite back. He had worked with Jeremy once before. Although he almost killed Credence, he had placed Dorothy in danger and she was almost r*ped by Hugo, that scumbag. This time, no matter how badly Jeremy persuaded him, he would never cooperate with such an unprincipled man. Juelz threw his phone on the bed and walked towards the open window. He lit a cigarette and took a few deep puffs. Suddenly, he heard Dorothy's gentle voice next door. "Ow, Credence, be gentle. It hurts!" Her bewitching voice tunneled into his ears like a nail into his eardrums. In that instant, his head was filled with so much pain. As a man, Juelz clearly knew what was going on. "D*mn it! Credence, you must be doing this on purpose." Juelz's pupils were red, and the veins on the
After being tormented by Credence all night, Dorothy slept in until it was late in the morning. She hadn't slept so soundly for a very long time. She lazily relaxed in bed and didn't move an inch. The ward was quiet. No one else was around. She knew that around this time, Belle must have been taken to the inspection room by Juelz and Germaine for her daily routine examination. The examination was to see if the white blood cell count in her body had increased, as well as to determine the best day for her treatment. Dorothy heard a slight clicking sound at the door. She thought that Germaine and the others had come back. She did not think much about it. Her eyes were still closed, as she stretched her hand out to gently scratch herself. She didn't know why, but when she was pregnant with Belle before, there wasn't anything wrong with her body. But now, when she was pregnant with her second child, either her stomach, calves, or muscles would cramp up. S
Right after Dorothy asked that question, she realized that she was prying into Credence and Melanie's affairs. She looked away and pretended as though she hadn't said anything. He stared at her. He couldn't help but raise his eyes. "I have to go against her in order to keep you safe." He didn't have time to play this tiresome game of cat-and-mouse with Melanie. Killing her in one go was the best option for everyone. All these years, Melanie had taken so many lives, especially his squadmates back in the army. So many of them died at Melanie's hands, and their bodies were abandoned or buried in the vast forest, where they could never return to their homeland. He had no qualms about killing Melanie. This would be taking vengeance for his fallen comrades. Dorothy didn't know this. She turned their attention back to herself. She was flustered and asked, "Do you think that she would come after me?" "I don't just think, I know she will." Credence star
Credence's expression was calm as he steadily put the car to a stop. Just as he rolled the windows down, he saw Marvin and Jonathan jump down from the two Land Rovers. They walked towards Credence's car window and stared inside. Jonathan threw the cigarette butt in his lips away, as he pulled open the door of the passenger seat, and sat inside. "Credence, be honest, did you stay with Dorothy last night? Looks like she's finally decided to forgive you! Congratulations! Look at that satisfied face of yours. You look overjoyed. Gee, it seems that one good f*cking session really can solve anything, if not, then two should do." Credence frowned and spat out a mouthful of smoke. He narrowed his eyes, with a silly smile on his face, he said, "Get lost! If you have so much time to be concerned about me, I dare you to seduce Minnie." "I'm just concerned about your relationship with Dorothy." Jonathan was speechless. He lit a cigarette and thought of something. He looked
Juelz was caught off guard. He was so shocked he took two steps back. Suddenly, he raised his head and saw the face of the man who came over like a gust of wind. He raised his eyebrows. "What the f*ck, Marvin? Why are you here?" Marvin had finally found him, and he wasn't going to beat around the bush. He immediately stared at Juelz and bluntly asked. "Are you really considering working together with Jeremy and Melanie to fight against Credence?" "How did you know?" Juelz frowned. "Marvin, you've been stalking me!" Marvin glanced at him and sneered, "I'm not that bored." Juelz wasn't stupid. He figured out everything. Marvin must have asked someone to follow Melanie, and that person followed her here. "Melanie is in room 1606. If you think you're good enough, go and get her. Don't put on this bullsh*t in front of me." Marvin found this very funny. He took a step forward and said very imposingly. "I am not here for her, I am here for you. Juelz, you
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