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
"You're crazy!" Credence strangled Dorothy so hard that she almost could not breathe. Because of his humiliation and accusation towards her, her heart sank. Forget it. She might as well go along with what he said and fiercely stimulate his 'male ego'. He would definitely leave in anger. Wouldn't it be better to let each other go? Dorothy took a deep breath and calmed down. When Credence slowly relaxed his grip on her, she raised her watery eyes and stared at him. "Do you really want to hear what I think? Fine, listen carefully. I do plan to stay with Juelz after getting divorced, because he spoils me and thinks of me all the time. He makes me feel like a princess. Besides, I believe that Juelz will never betray me or hurt me. Credence, you have never held me in your heart. You only had eyes for Rosalie. As your wife, I am not as important as other women. Have you ever considered my feelings? I used to think that it's okay if you don't love me. As long as I was s
Credence was ruthless when dealing with women that he did not care about. His words were as sharp as a blade, stabbing deeply into Germaine's heart. "You... " Germaine's face turned pale, and her red lips trembled. In the end, she swallowed her unwillingness. This time, she had secretly bought a plane ticket and sneaked back home. If Gordan knew about it, he would punish her severely. He might not allow her to enter Talco City for another twenty years. If she could not see Jeremy for a long period of time, she might as well die. Furthermore, if Jeremy found out, he would avoid meeting her and go as far away from her as he could. He would not give her any opportunity to look at him, hug him or covet him. The fact that she could not see Jeremy was enough to make Germaine feel horrible! "You win!" After being caught red-handed by Credence, Germaine was angry but she could do nothing about it. "Get out." He spat out two words to G
The black car sped. Dorothy sat in the passenger seat. Her stomach was uncomfortable, but her pale face did not show much expression. Credence saw her indifferent attitude, which was different from the past, and he suddenly had inexplicably strange feelings. In the end, he just brushed her messy long hair behind her ears. He said with a cold face, "Do you feel wronged going back with me? If Juelz is sitting next to you now, I bet you would not look so cold, and might even throw yourself at him, right?" Dorothy was taken aback by his mocking tone. She tried her best to suppress the bitterness and pain that seeped out of her throat. She stared at the man with heavy eyes for a while and quietly smiled. "Credence, I've decided not to divorce you. As long as I am not dead, I will always occupy the title and position of Mrs. Scott. I want everyone in Talco City to know that Rosalie is the mistress who ruined my marriage. I want her to be a mistress for the rest of her
Dorothy saw that the tall and stalwart man had arrived in time, and his strong arms stopped Linda's fat arms mid-air. Dorothy was stunned. She was half-squatting under the suppression of the two strong men in black. When she looked up, she saw the man's cold hard chest wrapped in a black suit. His face, which was reflected under the crystal light, vaguely showed a bit of hostility. "I told you, I will lecture my woman myself." Credence said slowly, and placed one of his hands into the pocket of his pants leisurely. He used his other hand to hold down Linda's arm, which was about to be thrown at Dorothy's face fiercely. He had a cold look in his eyes. Linda suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain spreading from her elbow to her whole body. Linda was so scared of Credence that her legs almost cramped up. She no longer dared to treat Dorothy as recklessly as she did. She quickly begged for mercy, "Ahh... Credence, let go of me! I did not mean to do anything to D
Dorothy came out of Credence's bedroom on the second floor. She walked down the stairs and arrived at the guest room where she had stayed for four years. After she had washed up and changed into a comfortable cotton dress, she heard a soft knock on the door. When she heard the soft knock, she was sure that the person who stood outside was not Credence. It was hard to describe how she felt at that moment. She just felt very disappointed. Dorothy opened to the door and saw Maria, who held a steaming pot of breakfast in her hands. It was her favorite beef celery dumplings. She took the dumplings from Maria, and smiled from the bottom of her heart. She felt a few strands of warmth. "Maria, I'm really hungry, so thank you." "You don't have to thank me. It was Mr. Scott who instructed me to prepare it." Dorothy, who had disappeared for a long time, finally came back. Maria was very happy about her return, and she could not hide her smile. She did not
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