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, are you going to ignore someone who has helped you before?" Credence stood still in front of her. Her delicate neck was suddenly grabbed by his cold hands. As he exerted a great amount of force on her, his varicose veins began to pop out on his skin, and she was suffused by a dark and dangerous aura. "I, ahem... I didn't mean that." Her slender neck was grabbed tightly between the man's slender and cold fingers. She found it hard to breathe. Due to lack of oxygen, an abnormal blush appeared on her pale face. "You didn't mean that? Then, just now, were you joking about us getting a divorce?" He continued coldly, "Dorothy Fisher, if you don't listen to me, you'll have to pay the price!" After that, Credence's hand slid down from her neck and landed on her plump chest. Dorothy's pale face, which was seemingly calm, finally showed some awkwardness. Recalling how he had humiliated her, she pushed his hands away immediately to object in a
What else could it be? "It is because he doesn't love you, foolish girl." However, Germaine did not voice out her thoughts to avoid hurting Dorothy again. She only secretly complained in her heart. Gazing at Dorothy who was looking haggard, Juelz couldn't bear the sorrow in his heart. He shifted his gaze to a bunch of roses on the bar table. He took a bunch of delicate roses and placed them in Dorothy's palm. He blinked his sparkling eyes gently, "Dorothy, Credence is a jerk. You should have left him a long time ago. I've been waiting for you to fall in love with me since I was seventeen years old, the year you saved me. If you are willing, I'm always ready to marry you!" After finding out that Credence had agreed to the divorce and let Dorothy go, Juelz's heart was filled with joy and excitement. To be honest, compared to Credence, other than being younger, he didn't have any other advantage. Having such an excellent man as his love rival, there wa
In a daze, Dorothy felt that a cold stare was fixated on her. It was frigid and threatening. She could feel her anxiety and her heart beat faster. Opening her eyes, she was shocked to see herself in Juelz's arms, and his thick lips were inching closer to her lips... "Juelz, thank you for sending me home. I'll get out now." Dorothy turned her face quickly and dodged him. She opened the door swiftly and got out of the car like a frightened rabbit running away. After coming to a standstill, she raised her head and her eyes met Credence's magnificent eyes that were a few meters away. Dorothy's face turned pale gradually. With a flick, Credence lit up his cigarette. He parted his lips slightly to smoke and then breathed out slowly. In the swirling white mist, his cold and stern features were blurred completely, and no one could see his true emotion. Dorothy felt a little awkward, as if she had been caught in the act inside the car. She squeezed a smile on
Credence's actions and questions were both straightforward and domineering, of which Dorothy understood at once. But it didn't mean that she had to obey him. "No, I don't want to!" Dorothy was fuming with rage. She pushed against his cold chest with her hands. However, as her hands touched his shirt, Credence caught her arms. The next second, she was pressed onto the bed. With a snap, the orange light on the bed headboard was switched on by Credence. The deserted guest room was immediately filled with warmth. Under the light, Dorothy realized that his muscular body was intimately leaning against her breasts. She anxiously tried to retreat to the other side of the bed. Her hand accidentally brushed against his erected body part. At that moment, she was overwhelmed with nervousness. The man's furious breath blew coldly against her forehead. "I promised to let you go, but I never said that I would allow you to fool around with Juelz Sherman befo
After Credence left, Maria rushed to the guest room quickly. After passing through the cloakroom outside, she opened the door of the bedroom in a panic. Then she shuddered and her lips trembled, "Mrs. Scott, what happened to you?" Dorothy was still in her messy pajamas. There were bruises on her fair skin. Some of them were purple and black in color. It was shocking at first glance. Hearing Maria's voice, Dorothy was in so much pain that she couldn't turn her body. She turned her head slowly, and her slender fingers touched her chest gently. There was a weary smile on her haggard face, "Maria, it hurts here. It hurts a lot." It was so painful she did not have any strength to curse Credence. Maria's eyes reddened. Her tears streamed down her cheeks, "He... he has gone too far." He was so cruel to her. He didn't treat her as his wife at all. Instead, he seemed to treat her as his enemy. Standing by the bed, Maria was at a loss and had no idea wha
Dorothy felt dizzy the whole afternoon. Even though her mind was hazy, she could still feel Maria worrying about her and taking care of her. She put a towel soaked with cold water on Dorothy's forehead to lower her body temperature. Dorothy also vaguely heard Maria giving Credence a call. However, the man was indifferent. He did not even call back or arrange for someone to send her to the hospital. It was as if she was not his wife, but rather a stranger he hated. "Credence, I hate you!" Hazily, a crystal-clear and scalding drop of tear flowed out of Dorothy's eyes and then quickly disappeared into her long black hair. "Mrs. Scott, you're having a fever now, but there is no instruction from Mr. Scott at all. What on earth is he thinking?" Looking at Dorothy who was lying on the bed with her chapped pale lips, Maria was heartbroken. No, she couldn't delay it any longer! She wanted to give Mr. Scott a phone call again and confirm if
It was twelve o'clock in the morning. Juelz used his hands to cover his crotch which was severely injured. He was gnashing his teeth and cursing angrily. Suddenly, he received a phone call from Dorothy. He was shocked at first, and then he grew extremely ecstatic. "Dory, you've finally made up your mind to leave that b*stard! That's great. I'll buy some fireworks to celebrate!" After that, he no longer cared about his physical inconvenience. He jumped off the bed and put on his jeans and T-shirt before leaving the room. He got into his car and drove to Dorothy's place. Juelz rushed to the gate of the villa where Dorothy was living in. After parking his car, he got out of his car and saw that Dorothy was carrying a black suitcase. She walked toward him slowly and silently. "My dear Dory, I'm here." Juelz raised his hands in the air and waved them enthusiastically. He rushed up to meet Dorothy. "Juelz, I didn't expect you to arrive so soon. Did you ru
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