Dorothy finally understood Melanie's true power. She was so savage that she almost dragged Credence along to die with her. It was obvious she was just as powerful as Credence. Melanie could easily have her killed if she wanted to. Credence had insisted on sending Dorothy and Belle away. He truly was looking out for their safety. But for some reason, she tripped over her suitcase and almost lost her baby. Almost having a miscarriage was the last straw for her. She would never forgive him for that. However, it was only now that she began to understand the truth. He was doing all this behind her back. Apart from forgetting about all the pain, he had brought her, what else could she do? Dorothy anxiously stared at the closed doors of the operating room. She started praying for Credence. "Credence, please be well. Belle needs you, the child in my womb needs you!" "I need you too!" Not long after, Juelz came looking for her with breakfast
Dorothy looked at Germaine and rushed over to her. Jeremy followed closely behind. A faint but sinister smile was on his face accompanied by a snow-white cigar in between his cold thin lips. Dorothy burned with rage as she saw him. This man was the reason Credence was lying on the operating table in a coma. Her glare was as sharp as a beam of light that could pierce his skull. Every word she spoke was filled with so much rage and hatred, it seemed like her teeth would break. "Jeremy! You murderer! Why are you here?" Jeremy had been paying attention to Germaine this entire time. When he heard Dorothy's angry outburst, he took the cigar from his mouth and his smile deepened. "I came to see Germaine. I figured I'd drop by to see if Credence had died yet at the same time. Besides, I didn't do anything to Credence last night. I haven't committed anything as serious as murder." Germaine had been focusing entirely on Dorothy and Belle. She hurried over from the ward an
Dorothy didn't hear anything Marvin was saying. All of her attention was focused on Credence. Her eyes were red and tears were forming. After a while, she looked up at the bright sky outside the window and smiled. He was alive! Thank goodness, he was all right! Having heard the sound of steady footsteps behind her and Marvin's serious voice, she turned around. She stared at the man who looked as tall as Credence in front of her and nodded. "Mr. Jules, please tell me what happened last night" She believed that Juelz wasn't involved, but she was doubtful about Jeremy. So she had to stay sharp and be extra careful. Jeremy was a man whose hands were stained with unimaginable amounts of blood, yet he was still her cousin. This was very hard to believe. Marvin didn't speak right away. Instead, he carefully observed Dorothy. He realized that she didn't hear anything he had said earlier, and felt relieved. He calmed himself down and tried to play it co
When Credence's hand moved closer to the most sensitive part of her body, Dorothy began to tremble. Her vision blurred. She couldn't see anything clearly, not even his tired face. She managed to free her right hand and stopped his approaching caress. Her heart was pounding wildly as she spoke. "Credence, get your hands off me, there is something I need to tell you." There was a short awkward moment where he was still and silent. The only thing he did was let out a painful groan. "Are your injuries hurting again?" Dorothy looked up at him to see what was wrong. Her eyes slowly regained their focus, until she could finally see his pale face clearly. Under the bright lights, his face looked sickly and his lips were pale. Only his deep eyes had some life in them, a gentle flowing light emitted from them as he looked back at her. He looked at her without blinking, with a faint smile on his lips. "My dear wife, with you by my side, I don't feel any
Jeremy was a man who had committed numerous crimes. Naturally, Dorothy didn't trust him. She sighed and continued, "Credence, this is very important to me. Can you get someone to look into it?" She fixed her eyes on Credence. She hoped that he could immediately clear her doubts about Jeremy. "There is no need to investigate this at all." Credence was a wise man. He had quickly figured out several key points. He slowly shook his head and said, "According to my sources, it is impossible for you and Jeremy to be related." Dorothy was flustered for a moment. "Why? Are your sources reliable? Jeremy stood right in front of Juelz and Germaine as he told me. He practically pointed his finger at me and told me that I was his cousin." Credence pondered about this for a moment, then looked at Dorothy. He was careful to speak slowly and clearly. "You can't be cousins because Leilani might not be your real mother." That sentence greatly impacted Dorothy.
While Dorothy and Belle were thinking of what to have for dinner, Credence hobbled over to the coffee table with two big bags of food. After putting them down, he took out the food box and some tableware. He turned to look at Dorothy. He spoke to Belle very gently and tenderly. "Belle, ask your mother to come over for dinner." "Wow, Dad, you've already bought food? You are so awesome." Belle grinned happily as she ran towards Credence. She inhaled the delicious aroma and smacked her small childish lips. She turned her head around and shouted at Dorothy who was still on the bed. "Mommy, hurry up. The food smells really good." Belle was so excited she lifted the lid of the food box, climbed up her small chair, and picked up a small spoon to start eating. She gleefully shook her head after taking a bite. "It's so delicious. Mommy, I've never eaten such delicious custard before." Dorothy's stomach was growling, even though she looked a little bloated. She fina
"What did you say?" Dorothy was confused, she thought that she had misheard him. She turned her head around and stared at Credence. He spread out his arms. Holding her bulging belly with one hand, he wrapped his other hand across the back of her neck and shoulders. With little effort, he had her entire body in his arms. His lips touched her soft earlobe, as he repeated his words. "When will you let me sleep with you again?" "You're insane, Credence! Can't you think about anything else?" Dorothy's ears were red, and her lips trembled in anger. "I have. For example, when are you willing to sleep with me?" The man's long and slender arms gently stroked her round belly. He stroked her from left to right and top to bottom, with just the right amount of pressure. Dorothy pursed her lips in anger. She knew that she couldn't break free from his embrace. So she turned around and pinched him hard on his waist. She pinched really hard and didn't show him any mercy. S
Credence didn't answer Dorothy. Instead, he pulled out two sheets of paper from his package and flipped it over to the last column. He showed it to her and said, "Honey, after reading this, promise me, you won't get too agitated. No matter what happens, I'm here for you!" Credence's solemn tone made Dorothy very anxious. She felt an inexplicable fear well up in her heart. "Credence, what do you mean by that? Tell me, is the baby's blood a match or not? Belle passed out this morning. Her condition is getting worse. I need to know the results to see we can save her life!" Credence handed her the report with the results page on top. She only needed to lower her head to see everything clearly. But Dorothy dared not look at the words on the paper. She had been looking forward to the results for such a long time. But unfortunately, they weren't what she had hoped for. It was completely opposite to what she had hoped for. She could not accept it, she really couldn't.
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