In the conference room, Benjamin had organized all the documents from the meeting. He opened the door to head out. As soon as he stepped out of the room, he saw the always-stoic Credence striding over with a horrible expression on his face! "The president of the Fisher Group, Caleb Fisher, just gave you a call..." Benjamin had not even finished half of his sentence before he was pushed away ruthlessly by Credence. Credence made his way to the elevator. Benjamin was caught off-guard. He could not stand steadily and staggered back towards the conference room door before finally regaining his balance. Credence would not even answer a phone call from Rosalie's own father. What kind of urgent matter had actually happened? Although he did not know what had happened, he knew that it had to be something related to Dorothy. Even when Rosalie had been insulted by several gangsters in the underground parking lot previously, Credence had remained stony. He
Dorothy pushed the exquisitely carved door open and walked in. She did not expect Rosalie to be alone, sitting on the luxurious single sofa. Rosalie swirled the blue cocktail in her hand and smiled at her. However, it was not a smile of sisterly love. It was a smile that made Dorothy's hair stand on end. Rosalie said, "Dorothy, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Finally, you're here." Dorothy clutched the black strap of her handbag tightly. She walked over and sat down on the seat opposite Rosalie. She said with a lukewarm smile, "If there's something you want to say, just say it." Rosalie, her pretentious sister, had just gotten a kidney transplant less than a week ago. Yet she was already sitting in the room and drinking a cocktail in such a good condition. Was her body gifted with the ability to recover fast, or had her operation been fake? If it was the latter, then Rosalie's schemes and methods were really something else. Dorothy was taken aba
Everything happened so fast that Dorothy had no time to react at all before she was pushed onto the ground by the hair, and was forced to kneel in front of Rosalie. She immediately realized that Credence would never appear in the room again. It was a trap that Rosalie had set up especially for her. Judging by the hatred that Rosalie possessed towards her, the promise that she had made to destroy Dorothy's life would definitely be fulfilled. Her heart would not soften, not even a little. The man on her right reached his hand out and pinched Dorothy's waist in an obscene way, "Her waist is really slim. It would be wonderful to see it writhing." The other man gulped and touched Dorothy's face. He nodded to Rosalie and smiled in a flattering way, "Are you really not going to let us f*ck this woman? I promise we will have her cry and beg us for mercy." Dorothy could almost see the two gangsters drooling. She realized that she was about to encounter grave danger. She
By the time Dorothy woke up, she was already lying alone on the cold floor in a hospital ward. She did not know what that sweet scent had been. However, at that moment, her brain went numb, and she felt extremely uncomfortable all over her body. The suppressed desires in the deepest part of her body were suddenly triggered, and she had a strong impulse to hurt someone. There was an itchiness in Dorothy's throat. She coughed a few times and slowly stood up with her elbows supporting the floor. She looked around and realized that the ward was very familiar. Rosalie's favorite lily perfume was placed on the table, a seductive fragrance coming out from it. How weird! Why had Rosaline taken her into this ward? Dorothy shook her head which was in great pain and groggily opened her eyes. She was about to turn around and leave, but before her hands could reach the door knob, it was opened from the outside. Linda and Caleb entered. Under Dorothy's stunning l
Outside the window of the luxury ward, Dorothy was still staring at her hands in a daze. She could not figure out how she, a woman who weighed only hundred pounds, could push Rosalie, a woman who weighed almost a hundred thirty pounds, out of the window so easily. She had never thought of killing anyone. Never! While Dorothy was in a daze, Caleb rushed into the ward out of nowhere and walked over angrily. He raised his arm and gave Dorothy a hard slap. His face twitched as he cursed fiercely, "Dorothy, Rosie is your sister. How could you push her down ruthlessly like that? You b*tch, how could I have raised a monster like you..." The harsh slap left Dorothy's left side of her face tingling in pain. A trace of blood was seeping out of the corner of her mouth. She could smell something burning. As the smell got more intense, her chaotic and painful brain regained clarity gradually. "Dad, you have to believe me. I didn't mean to kill her. I've never thought about i
"Credence...to be honest, I don't know why I had suddenly pushed Rosalie out of the window. However, my intuition tells me she has planned all this." Facing the man who looked cold and expressionless, Dorothy felt as if she had fallen into a huge ice cave and was being surrounded by cold water. She shivered and could even feel her eyes brimming with tears. She did not know why her eyes were teary. She only knew that what was happening was like a nightmare. It was as if she had been entangled in the center of a spider web she could not escape or move in. Her sister, Rosalie, was the one who had set all that up. Her foster parents were also accomplices in the scheme. Their purpose was to frame her as a murderer. A murderer was not qualified to be Credence's wife and could not be Mrs. Scott any longer. Even if Credence did not want her to leave, he would be pressured by the Scott Group's shareholders as well as the overwhelming public comments on the in
Four black police cars were parked at the entrance of the hospital. The red siren lights of the police car were flashing constantly, along with sharp blaring sounds. The whole scene made people feel panicked and in awe. At some point, the sky had begun to light up. The morning sun shone brightly above the hospital, but it could not warm Dorothy's cold and devastated heart. Standing in front of her were Linda and Caleb who had rushed over after hearing the news. They looked at Dorothy, who was being handcuffed and pushed forward by the police. They gave each other a look filled with ecstasy and happiness. However, it disappeared in an instant, as they quickly covered it up and faked a painful expression. Linda, in particular, was bandaged with a layer of gauze on top of her head which made her look very comical as she pretended to be close to sobbing. "Dorothy, you...you, what else can I say to you?" Linda stammered for a long time, but she could not say an
Benjamin received a phone call from Credence and followed his orders. Not only did he buy a brand-new suit, but he also brought a set of steaming hot breakfast for him. As soon as he opened the door and walked in, Benjamin felt Credence's coldness wafting through, so cold that he could not help but shudder. "Mr. Scott, here are the clothes you asked for." Benjamin shook the bag in his hand and then said with concern, "It's almost eight o'clock. Mr. Scott, you have gastric problems. You should eat something first." "No need." The coldness in his eyes made the atmosphere chilly. He took the bag from Benjamin's hand and walked into the bathroom without another word. After changing into the black suit, he threw away the pants he had taken off without hesitation. He had only placed the black coat on Rosalie casually, as he had felt pity for her earlier. When he understood that Dorothy had been drugged with Mosemary which had caused her to lose her senses
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