When the words "bone marrow" were mentioned, Credence stayed silent. His deep black eyes stared at Dorothy's eager and expectant pair. He did not know how to tell her the truth. Ever since she fell into a coma, he had been searching for a suitable bone marrow donor for Belle. But until now, there was still no good news from Jonathan's side. This meant that there was no progress in the search for a suitable donor. Time flew by. The deadline for Belle's treatment was getting closer, and he was getting more and more anxious as well. However, after considering the fact that Dorothy was weak and four months pregnant, he chose not to reveal his concerns and fears to her, he hid it all really well. Now that she took the initiative to ask him about it, he could not lie to her. After all, she had fainted once, and she had just woken up. He dared not shock her anymore. After thinking for a while, Credence looked at her with a smile and said, "Jonathan is
Dorothy was taken aback. The man's joyful laughter filled her head. His cold breath lingered in her nose, she had no place to escape. His laughter made her feel as though everything she had done was simply a joke. She felt angry and hurt. They hadn't found a suitable bone marrow donor for Belle yet, and time was running out. She was so worried that her hair was about to turn white, yet he still had the gall to laugh? She felt as though her body was going to burst into flames. Dorothy was furious, she repeatedly twisted her body about, trying to break free from him, "Credence, let me go!" "Never." Credence's arm went around her shoulders and supported her gently. He wouldn't hurt her or let her break free easily either. His other hand gently touched her bulging belly. He stared at her red eyes deeply and said, "Honey, will you finally accept me as your man? Does this mean that you still love me?" "Credence, stop overthinking this. I don't love a
"What?" Credence lowered his head and stared at her worried face. His eyes were deep as he pondered and said, "I can't say how confident I am right now, but as long as there's hope, even if it's a one in ten-thousandth of a chance, I will do my best to save Belle." "Honey, don't worry. Your parents have already been tested to see if they are a match. The results will be out in three hours." His tone was firm and powerful, it was filled with determination. Dorothy's eyes were red, and her heart was aching. She shook her head and had a wry smile on her face. "But, I'm scared, what should we do if their bone marrows aren't a match?" "If theirs aren't a match, there's still Jeremy." Credence's big hands gently Dorothy's slender hands. His warm breath enveloped her fingers, and his expression was grave. "Jonathan is also using all of his connections to find a donor for Belle. There are so many people in the world, we'll definitely find one." "But...
Credence pushed his wheelchair directly towards the designated smoking room. Marvin was already standing inside, patiently smoking a cigarette as he waited for him. From the solemn look on his face, it was obvious the test results weren't good. Credence's heart sank as he pushed his wheelchair into the room. He closed his eyes before quickly opening them again. His breathing was quick, and his mind was in a mess. "Marvin, show me the report." Marvin nodded. As he handed over the documents in his hand, he sighed and said, "Credence, I had a look. Mr. Sherman and Madam Chilton's bones aren't a match for Belle's. Mr. Sherman is two points off, but Madam Chilton's isn't compatible at all." He thought that after confirming the identity of Dorothy's parents, they would be a better chance of curing Belle's terminal illness. However, Yezoo and Ysabelle's bones weren't a match at all. What terrible luck they had. On the other side of the room, Credence, who w
No one knew what Credence said on the other end, but Jeremy's white eyelids twitched, and his black eyes flickered. He spun a black pen with his slender fingers and smiled. "35 percent of the Scott Group's shares? Mr. Scott, you are being really generous!" "However, I already have a lot of money. 35 percent of your shares alone is not attractive enough for me." "What else do you want?" Jeremy narrowed his cold eyes and smiled wickedly. "I am free tonight. Let's find a place to talk, I'll tell you my conditions." He hung up the phone and threw it on the desk. After licking his lips with the tip of his tongue, he lit a cigar and took a few big puffs. He glanced up at the snow-white ceiling and blew out a puff of white smoke. He laughed and said, "Credence, I can't believe there would be a day where you'd need my help. This feels better than doing drugs!" Wilson hurriedly picked up a pile of documents and walked in. When he saw Jeremy sitting on the office ta
Jeremy lazily stepped into the room. He was dressed in a black suit and matching pants with a cigar in his mouth. He raised his eyebrows and spoke casually. "Mr. Scott, have I kept you waiting? I had something to do before on my way here, so I had to make you wait. However, since you're asking for my help, I didn't think you'd mind." Wilson followed closely behind, his body was shaking and he almost laughed out loud. God d*mn, he hadn't seen his boss act like such a snob for so long. Even he was a little surprised by this. "So long as you're here, I don't mind." Credence frowned and slightly turned his head to the left. He shot a glance at the bar manager who rushed over, and he ordered in a low voice, "Serve the drinks." Benjamin was standing behind him and didn't make a sound. All he did was closely watch Jeremy's every move. He was tense and alert. Jeremy didn't care about that and didn't take offense by it. He continued to sit back on the sofa an
Upon hearing this, Credence faintly looked up his long and narrow eyes, as he stared at Jeremy, who was sitting lazily on the opposite sofa. He looked at him calmly and smiled. "Tell me, what is it?" After that, he looked down at the mobile phone in his palm and saw a text message from Marvin. His eyes were extremely calm. Marvin warned him not to agree too quickly to any of Jeremy's excessive requests. This man was as cunning and as evil as a wolf, he did not even bat an eye to the disgusting amount of money he had in stocks. There was no doubt that he would take this opportunity to make an outlandish demand. The word "outlandish" was a perfect word to describe Jeremy. However, what would happen to Belle and Dorothy if he didn't agree? Credence breathed a sigh of relief. His entire body tensed up for a moment. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Jeremy, who was smiling lazily with his legs crossed on the table. He waited for him to speak. "My conditi
He could clearly hear Marvin's shouts, he told him that Jonathan had called. It was very likely he had good news. Credence stood up and glared at Jeremy, his look turned vicious, "Mr. Sherman, it seems that I won't be able to kneel down to you tonight." "We'll see." Jeremy glanced at him and sneered with his thin lips. He said "Credence, don't forget, the road to happiness is full of hardships. Your daughter's illness can't be cured so easily. I believe that sooner or later, you will have to kneel down and beg for my help!" Credence swept his gaze across the room, but his eyes were defiant, "We will talk about it when that day arrives." "Huh." Jeremy scoffed evilly. When he was about to retort, the door was kicked open loudly from the outside. Marvin and Benjamin led several tough men in black with sharp eyes. Whether they did this intentionally or not, they had surrounded Jeremy and Wilson. Marvin turned his head and solemnly glanced at the grim-fac
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