At four o'clock in the morning, in a five-star hotel in the capital of Palm City. The room was filled with the pungent smell of tobacco as a few men were smoking. Benjamin followed Marvin. Both of them carried a large bag of hot food in their hands respectively. In the spacious living room, there was only Jonathan lying on the brown sofa with his legs crossed. He was smoking while browsing through his Facebook. Marvin asked with a frown, "Where is Credence?" Jonathan replied without looking up, "He is in the bathroom. Maybe he wants to take a cold shower to keep himself wide awake." When Jonathan was on the plane, he slept all the way to the airport of Palm City. On the other hand, according to Benjamin, Credence didn't close his eyes at all. He did not want to sleep, even when they had arrived in Palm City. He wanted to know Dorothy's whereabouts as soon as possible. He was not made of iron. If he continued to torture himself like this, he would collapse
The scene of Juelz holding Dorothy in his arms and chatting happily was witnessed by the people sitting in the car. Jonathan could not help but speak his mind, "F*ck, what's going on? They are looking for a house now. Are they gonna live together?" In the car, silence fell. No one replied to Jonathan. Only their chests moved up and down, emitting muffled breathing sounds. "Shut up!" Marvin stretched his right leg and kicked Jonathan hard. Then, Benjamin, who was driving, shifted his gaze to the weak man sitting in the back seat. Credence did not seem to know what was happening. His cold and handsome face leaned against the glass window quietly. His eyes reddened as he looked at the slender woman, who went missing for almost three days and three nights, snuggling in Juelz's embrace. She showed a faint smile, and she made a naughty expression at Juelz. Her smile was gorgeous. During their years of marriage, she used to flatter him imperceptibly. She h
Dorothy was sleepy. However, she heard someone knocking on the door again. She turned over impatiently and thought that it was Juelz coming to find her after taking a bath. She muttered, "Juelz, I'm really tired and I want to sleep. What the hell are you doing now?" As she was about to close her eyes and continue to sleep, she heard Juelz shouting loudly in the bathroom, "Dorothy, get up and open the door. It should be the delivery of the spicy crayfish I ordered." Upon hearing the word "crayfish", Dorothy immediately opened her eyes in high spirits. Her sleepiness had totally disappeared. After coming to Palm City, the most unforgettable thing for her was the spicy crayfish that could be found everywhere in Palm City. It was so delicious she wouldn't get bored of it even if she had it for every meal. Dorothy bounced out of the bed, rubbed her bleary eyes, and then walked to the door in her blue slippers. She opened the door and covered her mouth with her
"Don't overestimate yourself!" He stared at Juelz coldly, who was curled up in pain on the ground. There was a cold expression on his face. A cigarette was held between his two long fingers. In the dazzling white smoke, he unbuttoned his coat. His elegant gestures were so attractive that he could blow one's soul away. Credence's gaze fell on Dorothy. His gaze was sharp enough to frighten someone. There were several men who were as tall and burly as Credence following him into the room. Dorothy knew them all. They were Jonathan, the director of the hospital in the city, and Marvin, who was a special-forces soldier. Both of them were good friends of Credence, who would risk their lives for each other since they were young. The last one was Credence's assistant, whose name seemed to be Benjamin. There was a period of time when Dorothy was obsessed with using diet therapy to cure Credence's gastritis that he had been suffering from for many years. However, sh
Squatting on the cold floor, Dorothy couldn't suppress her sorrow. From back when she was sixteen and Credence had helped her out of her trouble, till now when she was twenty-six years old, Credence had always been her everything. However, everything seemed to have changed in the blink of an eye. She felt it in her bones that he didn't love her at all. However, at least he did cherish her as his wife as she had been showing him affection during their four-year marriage. However, she didn't expect that he had hated her since the very beginning. At first, she really thought that the reason Credence rushed to Palm City was to take her home. However, it turned out that he just wanted to pass her a divorce agreement that he had already signed. Their relationship had really come to an end this time. Dorothy stood up slowly, wiped the tears on her face, and took a deep breath. She held the divorce agreement tightly in her hand and then smiled tearily. "Cred
Dorothy was stunned for a while. Soon after that, she understood what Credence truly meant. Back then, although the way he humiliated her was quite outrageous, it was, at the very least, normal and within an acceptable range for her. But... just the thought of what he wanted at present made her feel very distressed. At least, for now, she was sure that he did not love her or have her in his heart. She could not accept it! She really couldn't. Dorothy continued to tremble, her heart filled with emotions. She could not do anything against his control. Her soft lips rubbed against his tight trousers, and her heart hurt immensely from this intense humiliation! "Credence Scott, must you force me to do this?" Dorothy raised her head in disbelief. Her tears had long dried, and she was very upset. She looked at him with her swollen eyes and stared at his tired but charming face. It was pitiful and also ridiculous for her to kneel at him in such a sorry state
Dorothy's lips were in so much pain that they were numb. She was trembling all over, and struggled to use her elbows to push herself up. Her hands shook as she took her mobile phone from the bedside table. As soon as she answered it, she heard Linda scolding, "Dorothy, you b*tch, haven't you divorced Credence yet?" Following that was a stream of curses, painfully hammering against Dorothy's eardrums. Although she had gotten used to it over the years, she could only smile bitterly as she gripped her phone stiffly, "Mom, I want a divorce too, but he won't agree." Linda's voice paused for a moment. Then, she cursed again. "Credence hates you so much. How can he disagree to a divorce? You must be orchestrating all of this, you d*mned vixen! You must be playing tricks to confuse him again, aren't you?" "Dorothy, I'm telling you, the woman Credence loves is Rosie. He will never love a vicious woman who caused his father to be in such a tragic state! You have to divorc
The doctor looked at her exhausted yet beautiful face, which seemed to be extremely delighted. The doctor merely smiled and repeated the earlier instructions. After that, the doctor reminded, "Remember, you mustn't have sex in the first trimester. If you do, you child might..." Dorothy had confirmed the doctor's words. She really was pregnant with a healthy little baby! Her heart, which had been desolate and in despair, suddenly felt an indescribable sense of joy. It was her child! Dorothy cried with joy. She reached out and touched her abdomen gently, trying to control the expression on her face. "Doctor, how long has the baby been in my womb?" The doctor nudged the glasses on her nose and stared at the ultrasound on the computer screen. He did a rough calculation and said, "About eighty-five days. Congratulations! Your baby is very healthy." It had already been 85 days? Wasn't that around the same time she miscarried? Suddenly, Dorothy
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