Dorothy pushed the door open and walked in. She saw Rosalie tied onto a small chair with some strong rope. She couldn't move at all. Her face was pale, and her eyes were filled with anger and hatred. Her lips were pale, and her face looked distorted. It was obvious that she wasn't doing well. Rosalie heard the creaking sound of the door being opened. She slowly raised her head and saw Dorothy entering with a huge belly. She relaxed for a moment but soon came back to her senses. Her bloodshot eyes were cold and filled with jealousy and hatred. "Dorothy, you're as stubborn as a cockroach. I couldn't kill you six years ago, and now six years later, Jenciga's top killer, Melanie, couldn't kill you either..." "I know, you're here to see me suffer. Ever since I was young, I have always wanted to compete against you. I wanted to prove that I was better than you, because I was the noble lady of the Fisher family. Then the two of us fell in love with the same man." "At f
Juelz was caught off guard by Dorothy's question. He lowered his head to look at her, only to find that her long hair had covered most of her face. After a while, he spoke in a hoarse but calm voice, "Dory, did Rosalie tell you all those things just now?" "Yes, she told me everything." She was keenly aware of Juelz's silence and realized that he must have known as well. She painfully closed her eyes and hid the bitterness in her eyes. After that, she slowly opened them again and stared at the white tiles at her feet. After a long while, she said softly, "Juelz, Jeremy, and Credence are half-brothers from the same father. Ysabelle is also the mistress who had interfered with Credence's parent's marriage. You knew, didn't you? When did you find out about it? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" If she had known about it earlier, she wouldn't have broken up with Credence. She might even hesitate on deciding if she should continue her relationship with him.
Dorothy touched her face and firmly stood her ground. She supported her body and her damaged pride as she focused her clear, sharp eyes on Ysabelle. There was an eerie calmness to her voice when she spoke, "Even if you hit me, you still won't change your terrible past! Besides, I am not the only one who knows this. Credence knows as well. Even Juelz does." After catching her breath, Dorothy stared at Ysabelle, her eyes filled with irony. "You can't hide the truth forever. How long do you think you can keep it from Dad?" Ysabelle trembled. A trace of panic flashed across her eyes, but she quickly calmed herself down. She clenched her fists, raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Dorothy, I don't know what you're talking about. You are my daughter, and I am your mother. Why do you smear my reputation like this? My relationship with Sheldon wasn't as bad as you claim it to be." "It's true before I married Yezoo, I did fancy Sheldon. However, those feelings disappeared after I
Dorothy's eyes ached. Then, she saw a nurse push a bed out. The man lying on it was covered with a white quilt, only his pale and frosty face could be seen. His eyes were closed, and his chest slowly moved up and down. There was no other movement from him. Jonathan was the first to react. He rushed to the bedside and shouted at the stern-faced man, "Credence, what the f*ck are you doing? Wake up, open your eyes, look at me, look at Dorothy. Oh, your father-in-law is here too!" Yezoo was also very excited. With a happy smile on his face, he said, "Well, well, well. After waiting for such a long time, Credence has finally come out from the operating room. I believe he's fine now." Dorothy wasn't as excited as the two of them. She stood up dazed and looked tenderly at Credence who was unconscious on the bed. Her heart ached with unbearable pain. She looked at the white-haired doctor who was walking towards them. When she saw how serious he looked, her heart jumped. She s
With a creak, the door opened and closed again. A gust of cold wind blew in. Dorothy trembled as she looked down at Credence's head, as though it were fixed to the spot, unmoving. Her heart ached. It was so painful that her internal organs were churning inside of her. The pain was so intense, her pupils moved rapidly, and her vision blurred. She couldn't see anything clearly. Only the cold, motionless man and his facial features were captured by her eyes and entered the deepest parts of her brain and her heart. She would never be able to forget him for the rest of her life. A sturdy wooden wicker chair was placed beside the bed. Dorothy sat down quietly and gazed at Credence's pale, thin face. As she continued to look at him, her throat felt uncomfortable. She stretched out her hand and grabbed his palm which was riddled with scars. The corners of her eyes filled with tears as she said softly, "Credence, promise me, promise me that you will wake up,
Dorothy didn't know what Jonathan was talking about when he reached out and pointed at Credence's face. She frowned and asked, "Mr. Stanton, what is it you want me to see?" "Credence, his, his eyebrows are moving... Dorothy, look, do you see it?" Jonathan asked Dorothy nervously, and his heart was wavering. Upon hearing this, Dorothy's lips trembled slightly and she quickly looked at Credence's face. As expected, his cold, long eyebrows were shaking very slowly. It was barely visible. "Dorothy, is Credence trying to tell us something?" Jonathan leaned down and brought his ear close to Credence's mouth. He could feel his weak breath. It went in and out, but he could not hear what he was saying. He narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out what he was saying, then said slowly, "Credence, are you asking about Dorothy? She's here, she's fine, the child is fine. By the way, Belle is fine as well. We've found someone with a matching bone marrow. It's Rosalie, that
After receiving the alert from the ward, Jonathan and the senior doctor rushed in together within a matter of minutes. The doctor frowned and looked at the monitor on the device. Seeing how quickly the red lines were fluctuating, he was visibly excited and said, "This is good. Since Mr. Scott was awake for a few minutes, it means that the complications caused by his blood vessels aren't as serious as we expected. It must have been thanks to you Mrs. Scott. He was stimulated awake from the coma." "Besides, there are several wounds all over his body, his heart, his knee caps, his left leg, his right arm, and even on his back... There are also several bullet marks. His wounds aren't deep, but he has lost too much blood. He might faint from time to time, just like now! You'll have to provide him with plenty of nutrients and be attentive to his recuperation process to be healthy again. However, the process of recovery will be very difficult and painful. Mr. Scott will need to ha
By the time Dorothy had reached Belle's ward, it was already very late at night. It was an hour before midnight. She was exhausted. The moment she walked into the outer room of the ward, her legs were so weak she almost fell down. Fortunately, Germaine reached out to catch her in time before she fell to the ground. Germaine quickly pulled a chair over for Dorothy to sit down. "Sh*t, Dory, you almost scared me to death. I called just to tell you that Belle is awake, there's no need for you to rush over in the middle of the night. What are you worried about? If I hadn't caught you just now, I'm afraid we might not be able to save the baby in your womb..." She suddenly realized that she had said something she shouldn't have. She quickly said, "Oh, oh, Dory, about what I just said, just forget about it. Just pretend that I didn't say anything." Dorothy ignored her. She looked up at the half-closed door in the room and asked, "Germaine, once Belle woke up, she didn'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