"Sh*t, you scared the hell out of me!" Germaine, who just came out of Juelz's ward, turned around and was startled by Dorothy, who was leaning against the white wall in the corridor. "Dory, when were you admitted to the hospital again? Why do you look so awful? Did Credence do something bad to you again?" "Do I look awful?" Dorothy was dizzy, but her heartbeat was regular. She raised her hand and gently patted her cheeks a few times. She looked at Germaine's suspicious eyes, and said with a faint smile, "I'm fine. The doctors said that I have hypoglycemia and I need to rest more, eat more and consume a balanced diet." She could not tell Germaine that she was angry because Credence was in a hurry to visit Rosalie. Germaine might think that she was being silly. She had been hurt so badly by Credence, and yet she still cared about him. "Oh right, do you know how badly Juelz's injuries were after getting beaten up by Credence yesterday? F*ck, I'm a
By the window of the ICU in the opposite hospital, a slender and stern black silhouette of a man stood silently. It was so quiet! Credence lit a cigarette between his thin lips. His other hand slowly placed his mobile phone into his pocket. He did everything slowly, and his sight was deep and unwavering. Not only did Dorothy not pick up his call, she was so bold that she declined it... His face did not reveal any emotions, but Rosalie, who was leaning against the head of the bed, trembled violently. She did not even dare to breathe loudly. Given her keen intuition, she was sure that Credence had called Dorothy. However, for some reason, Dorothy, who had always been submissive and obedient to Credence, actually hung up the call! She was asking for death! However, the more rebellious Dorothy was, the easier it would be for Rosalie to become Mrs. Scott. Rosalie looked at Credence's straight and perfect back with tender eyes. She smiled sweet
Dorothy personally saw Credence and Rosalie hug and intimately kiss. At that moment, Dorothy felt that her marriage had collapsed. No matter how hard she tried to repair it, her efforts were futile. Her marriage would eventually turn into a pile of sand. She laughed lightly. She laughed until her tears began to flow from her eyes. "Credence, are you here to visit my sister, or to sleep with her?" It was broad daylight, and the door was not even locked. Was he so thirsty that he could not wait? Germaine was the first to come to her senses. She thought to herself, 'Jeez, I'm too lucky to catch Credence and Rosalie together. I have to take pictures as evidence.' Therefore, with her eyes shining brightly, she hurriedly took out her mobile phone. She took several photos, and spoke with disgust, "Mr. Scott, Miss Rosalie, tsk tsk, you don't even choose the place for your affair. I admire the both of you a lot." After that, she touched Dorothy, who was in a
Dorothy walked out of Rosalie's ward in a daze. While she waited for the elevator, she could not help but look back. Credence did not come out and chase after her. He remained inside the ward. She lowered her head and stared at the smooth marble floor under her feet. Her tears, which she had been holding back for a long time, finally fell. Germaine took a piece of tissue and handed it to her with a helpless frown, shaking her head. "Dory, Credence is a jerk. He really is a perfect match with that shameless b*tch. If they want to be with each other so badly, why don't you agree to divorce him?" "Germaine, there are many things about Credence that you don't know yet." Dorothy took the tissue from Germaine, wiped the wet corners of her eyes, and sneered. "No matter I agree to a divorce or not, he will not let me go so easily." Germaine curled her lips. "Oh, does he think that he can do anything he wants? I don't believe that there isn't a place in Horsburg whe
"Credence, why are you in my room? My sister is weak and seriously ill. She needs your company more than I do. How was she willing to let you return?" Dorothy pursed her lips and laughed sarcastically. Dorothy was self-conscious. Credence had returned to the villa before 8 o'clock in the evening. Certainly, he had not returned to give her warmth and care. This was what she thought in her heart, but when she looked at his cold and stern eyes, Dorothy could not help but feel sad and disappointed. Credence stood in the middle of the guest room. He heard a sound behind him, turned around, and looked over with a faint smile. Her looked at the bags in her hand, which contained women's skincare products and clothes. He could not spot any men's underwear. He concluded that Germaine must have handed them to Juelz on her behalf. His eyebrows twitched, and his eyes narrowed. He squinted his eyes very slowly, like in a slow motion movie, gradually hiding the hid
The orange light in the large guest room created a warm atmosphere. Credence laid on the bed with Dorothy's soft body in his arms and fell into a deep sleep. All of a sudden, a sharp ringtone from his mobile phone rang in the quiet space, waking Dorothy and Credence. She was so startled that her long eyelashes trembled. The next second, she felt the man next to her groping for the phone on the bedside table. His voice was hoarse and gloomy as he had just woken up. "It's me. What's the matter?" "Credence... Ros-Rosie committed suicide... by slitting her wrist." Linda's piercing voice sounded in Dorothy's ears in the quiet room. Dorothy's eyes widened in surprise in an instant. Rosalie had committed suicide? Credence had already gotten out of bed and put on a black coat. Under the lamplight, his handsome facial features revealed a trace of tiredness and depression. He coldly glanced at Dorothy for a few seconds as she stared back at h
Linda stood there with an acrimonious sneer on her round face. Dorothy didn't expect to see her adoptive mother there, and she was stunned for a moment. "Mom, why are you here?" "Why can't I be here?" Linda glared at Dorothy with hatred. She wanted to rush over to Dorothy and tear off a few pieces of her flesh. She said, "Dorothy, I brought you back from the welfare home and worked hard to raise you. Yet, you're such an ungrateful brat! Do you know that Rosalie attempted suicide in the hospital? It was such a deep gash. If the doctor hadn't saved her in time, she wouldn't have lived. If you have any grievances, please come to me. Why do you want to hurt Rosalie all the time?" "It's all your fault, Dorothy. Why can't you let Credence go? It was you who took Credence away from Rosie. Now that your relationship with Credence is broken, why don't you divorce him? Why do you keep holding on to Credence and refuse to let him go?" "Tell me, how much money d
The more Credence spoke, the paler Dorothy's face grew. As expected, he had heard everything she said. She was backed up against the wall and had no way to retreat. Her face was extremely pale. However, she gritted her teeth stubbornly and gazed deeply at Credence, who was wearing a gloomy expression. "Credence, since you've heard everything, I have nothing else to say." Credence looked at her indifferent expression and thought that her heart must be black. His eyes were filled with annoyance. "Dorothy, you tried every means to marry me four years ago, not because you love me, but because you wanted to take revenge on Rosalie and the Fisher family, right?" His long and narrow eyes were filled with indifference. He stared at Dorothy's pale face as she tried to make herself seem strong. Her saying that she loved him was just a joke. From the beginning, she had always regarded him as a pawn in her game with the Fisher family. He lit a cigarette.
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