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
"Credence, don't think that I don't understand what you're saying. What kind of thorough examination is this? Do you still want your body to be in one piece or not?" Dorothy had always been a gentle woman, but at that moment, she was furious by the shameless and dirty words that had come from Credence's words. She looked at Credence who was completely wrapped in gauze. It was difficult enough for him when he escaped the jaws of death. Yet, instead of focusing on recuperating, he was only thinking about doing those nonsensical things with her. Did he still want to live? On top of that, she was pregnant, and her belly was weak. That night, Melanie had strangled her and her body had been tossed around. She had just left the operating room a few days ago too. Just how shameless must a person be to only think of those things like him. Dorothy's heart was burning with anger. Without thinking about it, she immediately reached out and pushed him aside. Her pale face tur
When he suddenly spotted Jeremy, Credence stared at him silently as the elevator climbed up. He had short dark hair, a knife-like gaze, and a cigar between his thin lips. He looked like a ruffian. Wilson stood behind him and was dressed in black. He looked murderous. One could tell with a single glance that he wasn't a good man. Wherever he went, passers-by would avoid or run from him in all directions. When Credence looked at Jeremy, Jeremy noticed him as well. He strode over and examined Credence. He sighed with a "D*mn, even though you're injured so badly, you aren't dead yet. What a tough life you have." "I didn't die, thanks to your advice." Credence remained calm and showed no emotions. He looked at him with an obscure glint in his eyes and said with a faint smile, "Jeremy, two days ago, when you and Germaine were messing around, that must have been your first time, right? Germaine almost lost her life." Jeremy comfortably smoked his cigar. Whe
Dorothy was still looking up the professional terms that the doctors told her in the examination room with her mobile phone. Germaine poked her arms gently, and she looked up only to see her passionate man who was waiting in the elevator. She could feel the warmth from the corner of his eyes and the tips of his eyebrows. She could feel it even though they were a few meters away. Germaine was somewhat envious, however, she also knew that if she was caught as an annoying third wheel, Credence would glare at her so sharply that it felt like being stabbed by a knife. For the sake of that huge sum of money, she decided to leave for the time being. "Dory, I'll take Belle back to the ward first. You and Mr. Scott can go ahead. I'll look after Belle, I promise that she won't lose even a single strand of her hair." Dorothy looked at her helplessly and said, "Belle is already bald. She doesn't have any hair left." "Ahem... sorry, my bad." Germaine secret
In the surgery room, Belle, who was lying on the operating table, was elated when she saw Dorothy and Credence walking side by side. She scrambled to her feet, pulled off the oxygen mask over her nose with her tiny hands, and threw herself into Credence's arms. "Mommy, look at Daddy. He stood up. He's not sitting on that ugly wheelchair anymore!" "Haha, Daddy, you are so much more handsome than you were two days ago. I love you so much!" Dorothy's mind was occupied with Belle's operation. After the operation, she would finally be free from leukemia, Dorothy was extremely excited at the thought of that. She was so excited and felt so light that her eyes couldn't focus on anything. She wasn't looking at anything in particular, nor could she see anything clearly. She put on the sterilized uniform in a daze and followed Credence inside. All of a sudden, she heard her daughter's delicate cries, then she came back to her senses in an instant. With that, she saw
Dorothy watched the long and sharp needle pierce into Belle's waist. She couldn't help but tightly hold onto Credence's arms, and her face turned pale. It was such a long and sharp needle. She felt that it must really hurt. Belle couldn't see her, but she could. She could clearly see her body tremble in pain several times when the needle was inserted. Tears glistened in her eyes. However, she bit her lips tightly and didn't make a sound. Ever since she had leukemia, Belle had to go to the hospital many times. She had to go to the hospital for medicine or injections, so she was used to being pricked by needles. At first, she would throw herself into Belle's arms and cry out in pain. But as she grew up, she gradually understood something. No matter how much it hurt, she wouldn't yell or scream. Instead, she would cry quietly, just like she was doing now. Not long after, the effects of the anesthesia took effect. Belle slowly closed her big beautiful eyes, an
Jonathan's words snapped Credence back to his senses. His face was still cold, he pursed his lips and turned around then shouted at Jonathan, "Then, what the f*ck are you still doing here? Go and get the doctors and nurses over to save my wife!" Jonathan raised his hand against his palm, he wanted to retort. However, Credence's temperament was absolutely terrifying. In the end, he thought that there was still too huge of a gap between them. He decided to tolerate him this one time. He went to the attending doctor and whispered with a smile, "Sir, the woman who fainted is a good friend of mine. We are extremely close. Do you think we should send her to the operating room or to the obstetrics and gynecology department?" "Why send her to the emergency room? Hurry up and send her to obstetrics and gynecology. I can see something wrong with her belly. I have a feeling that the child is going to come out prematurely." "What? Isn't she due in October? She is only seven month
When Ysabelle turned her head around, she overheard everything Credence said. Her face immediately turned dark. She quietly hid in the dark to observe all of his movements. She didn't care about Dorothy's life at all. She was innately cold-hearted and ruthless to her children and didn't have the loving gentleness of a mother. She only cared about her personal interests. If Sheldon woke up and revealed everything she did, she would be finished. In order to save herself, she had to finish Sheldon off! Ysabelle raised her head and quietly surveyed her surroundings. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she tiptoed towards the bathroom at the end of the corridor. Credence had booked the entire floor. There were no other patients or families apart from them. That's why when Ysabelle entered the bathroom, she was the only one inside. However, to ensure that she was safe, she locked the door from the inside. She then leaned against the door
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