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 looked at the door in shock and saw a black wheelchair rolling in. Jonathan was joyfully pushing the wheelchair in. The man sitting on it had white gauze wrapped around his head, but he was in high spirits. He looked regal and powerful. He had just come back from the depths of death itself, so it was no surprise he looked weary. Dorothy was extremely taken aback. She was going to put on her shoes, but she stopped halfway. She stepped on her flat soles then slowly raised her head. Her eyes began to tear up as she looked at the man. She said, "Credence, you're finally awake..." This was the man who'd never greet her good morning when they woke up from bed. But now he suddenly appeared in front of her this morning, she wasn't prepared to meet him at all. The night before, after listening to Dempsy's explanation, she thought that he might take a few days to recover. But seven hours later, he had completely woken up. Moreover, in order to see her
Dorothy asked, "Credence, are you thirsty? Do you want some water?" As she spoke, she picked up a thermos and poured some water into an empty teacup. Being careful, she bent down closer to the table, then her blouse slipped down from her shoulder. Her cleavage was exposed, it was deep and huge. Her breasts were full and plump. They looked very inviting. "Of course I want some water! Honey, not only is my throat thirsty, even my manhood feels dry." Credence gulped down his fiery passion. As long as he was with her, he felt that no matter what she was or wasn't doing, his passions would flare-up. Even the simple action of drinking water was enough to get him going. But this was an awkward situation. She was pregnant, and he was disabled. No matter how badly he wanted it, he couldn't. Dorothy was caught off guard after being teased by him, her breathing was slightly heavy, and she reluctantly suppressed her throbbing heart. She steadily poured out half
When Dorothy came out of the bathroom, she had no idea who had called Credence or what they talked about. He replied curtly over the phone, "I got it.". He then quickly hung up the phone. He raised his head and showed her a gentle smile. Ignoring the injuries on his body, he turned his wheelchair around with both hands and rolled out of the ward. He gradually increased his speed. From how anxious he was, it seemed like he was trying to avoid her. Dorothy frowned and chased after him. She stared at his stern back and hurriedly asked, "Credence, what on earth has happened?" Credence didn't look back. He replied with a troubled voice, "Marvin called me. He said that something happened during his mission." When Dorothy heard that it was related to Marvin, she was relieved. She watched his slender back slowly disappear out of the door. She then quietly let out a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't about his body's injuries, she wasn't worried. ......
After giving Jonathan his instructions, Credence rubbed his temples, his dark eyes flashed with a cold, sharp light. He continued, "Get me a tranquilizer gun right now." Jonathan was a little taken aback. "What do you want a tranquilizer gun for?" "It will be useful when the time is right." Credence smiled and sneered. He stopped talking and rolled the wheels of the wheelchair with both of his hands and rolled straight into the ward. When Juelz heard a noise behind him, he turned around. He was a little startled to see who had arrived. As he glanced back, he saw Jonathan's half-smiling face and soon realized. Jonathan must have been the one who called him over. The reason he called Jonathan was because he was embarrassed for screwing up. He was too ashamed to report this to Dorothy and Credence. Now that he was here, he was even more embarrassed. He simply nodded at Credence and said, "You're fast. She's inside. She only wants to see you.
Rosalie's voice trembled uncontrollably as her tears flowed down from her eyes. "Credence, I love you, I love you! You can't... you can't treat me so cruelly." She knew that Credence didn't have any feelings for her, and even hated her deeply. However, she never thought that he would be so dismissive towards her. Perhaps, to him, she was just a bag of worthless trash, someone that wasn't even worth mentioning at all. To Rosalie, Credence was like a scar in her life. He was etched into the veins in her heart and she couldn't get rid of him. She had tried her best to win the heart of that man and his love. Yet in the end, she did not get anything, and that b*tch Dorothy had everything. "Don't talk to me about love, you don't deserve it!" Credence had long grown sick of her hypocritical tears and grievances. He casually smiled with his cold eyes. "Tell me, who is your backer? Who are you working for?" Rosalie's face instantly darkened. She knew th
When Dorothy was in Belle's ward, the nurses she hired went and bought all kinds of nutritious food for breakfast. She only ate a little bit before she lost her appetite. Realizing that Credence had been gone for over an hour, and she couldn't find him, she guessed that he was busy and didn't think much of it. She went into the bathroom and changed into a loose maternity dress. She wanted to go to the inspection room to check on her daughter's condition. As soon as she walked out of the door, she saw a male doctor who looked somewhat familiar walking towards her. He had a very gentle, elegant, and handsome face. When he saw Dorothy, he immediately smiled and said, "Hello, Mrs. Scott. I am Dr. Quartley, the doctor under Mr. Sherman's hospital. Do you remember me?" "Oh yes, Dr. Quartley! I remember now, Germaine mentioned you before." Dorothy remembered that Germaine seemed to have a good impression of Dr. Quartley. Back when she stayed in the hospital, he w
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