In the operating room, they surrounded Dorothy, who was tied to the operating table. One of them used a scalpel to cut her pale brown dress, revealing her white cotton leggings inside and her fair skin. "No, don't hurt me and my child!" Dorothy struggled with all her might, begging in tears. Her throat was so dry as if it was about to break apart. Blood flowed out of the corner of her mouth. Her lips were pale, and she could only cry out in pain. At this time, the scalpel was about to land it on her naked abdomen. Using the last of her strength, Dorothy turned her head to look at Rosalie, who was standing not far away. She had no choice but to compromise. "Rosalie, I beg you, please let me go... I promise you that I'll divorce Credence immediately. I will give him back to you. I do not want anything else. Just let me keep my child..." However, her cries for mercy went unheard. Rosalie scoffed, "So you're begging me now? It's too late! Since I've told
"Juelz, take me away. Anywhere will do. Please, save my child..." Dorothy held Juelz's arm tightly, as if her life depended on it. She muttered those words repeatedly with tears in her eyes. Child? It must be Credence's child! Juelz thought. His gaze shifted to Dorothy's abdomen, pausing at her fair and flawless skin. He was stunned momentarily before extending his arms and picked her up from the operating table. Carrying her in his arms, he comforted her in a hoarse voice, "Don't cry, Dory. I'll take you out of this place right now." "Okay..." Dorothy nodded weakly and gradually closed her eyes to rest. She had exhausted her energy from all the struggling earlier and had no more strength to utter another word. Knowing that Juelz was by her side made her feel secure. She knew that no matter what happened to her, she could always rely on him. However, she could not reciprocate his feelings for her. Because... "F*ck
Dorothy stayed in Juelz's villa for two days. There was no news from Credence at all. He did not call her, let alone send her any text messages or WhatsApp messages. Therefore, on the morning of the third day, she began to feel uneasy. Judging from Credence's vengeful character, it was unlikely that he would remain quiet until now. Dorothy figured he must be waiting for her to fall into his trap! At this time, Juelz came in with a glass of freshly-squeezed fruit juice. Despite Dorothy's resistance, he fed her the fruit juice. Looking at Dorothy, who was pale and haggard, he asked indignantly, "Dory, you are pregnant with his child, yet he forced you to donate your kidney to that b*tch. Isn't he f*cking insane?" Dorothy sat with her arms wrapped around her knees. When she heard Juelz's question, she subconsciously touched her abdomen. There was a mixture of bitterness and self-mocking in her smile as she replied, "Maybe it's because... I'm not the woman he
Juelz's eyes were ablaze with anger when he saw Credence. He released Dorothy from his arms and charged toward Credence. "Credence, go to hell!" Juelz growled while lifting his leg to kick Credence. Credence was prepared for his attack. He let out a cold laugh. Then, he made a few steps backward, dodging his attack. While at that, he gave Juelz a left uppercut. "Bang!" Juelz underestimated Credence. He was hit on the chest, which left him slightly dazed. When he came back to his senses, he returned Credence a kick, unwilling to show any weakness. The two men then started a fight, punching and kicking each other as if they were deadly enemies. Neither of them gave in to the other. "Stop it! Both of you, stop fighting!" Juelz was forced to retreat. He could only ward Credence off as he did not have the strength to fight back. To Juelz, life was all beer and skittles. His physical stature was not comparable to Credence, who trained in the gy
Dorothy did not expect that Credence would ignore her fierce resistance. He had imprisoned her in the room without allowing her any freedom of movement. When she met his cold gaze, she was on the verge of breaking down. "Credence Scott, I'm not a criminal. What right do you have to treat me as one?" He originally did not intend to explain anything to her. However, upon hearing her accusation, he leaned over and grasped her chin violently. "All because of your ambiguous relationship with Juelz Sherman, and the unknown father of the child in your belly." "Don't test my patience. Otherwise, the Sherman family and Juelz will vanish without a trace from Talco City tomorrow." He added coldly. Dorothy's face was full of despair. "It's all my fault. I should not have fallen in love with you, let alone having the title of Mrs. Scott. Let's get a divorce. From now onward, you are free to love whoever you like, and you can marry whoever you want. I will not interfere. I'm
Half a month had passed in a flash. During this period of time, Dorothy was living in uneasiness. Like a real prisoner, she was confined in a 100 square feet bedroom. But her heart was hollow, just like the empty room. Sometimes, she thought that it was better to end her life rather than to live in humiliation and without freedom. However, at the thought of her unborn baby, she refused to resign to her fate. She still had a child. A child that belonged exclusively to her. She could not selfishly leave the world with her child, depriving it of the right to be born into this world. She cheered herself up. There was still half a month left. She would definitely find a chance to leave this place. Once she left Credence, she would start a new life all over. The very afternoon, Dorothy forced herself to have an extra portion of food despite feeling nauseous. After that, she took a shower and hung around in the room for a while before changing i
Credence acted as if he had not heard anything. He let out a cold chuckle. Grabbing Dorothy's thin shoulders with his strong arms, he turned her over. Then, he affixed his palm on the back of her head. His lips were just inches away from hers as he said mockingly, "It's not mine. So what if you lose the child?" His remark was like a knife stabbing into Dorothy's heart. She felt as if her heart was bleeding. She widened her eyes in shock, staring straight at the man who was hurting her cruelly. Her lips trembled, but she was too upset to utter a single word. When she came to her senses, Credence's nimble fingers slid down her smooth cheek, all the way down to her chin, and neck... "Credence Scott, you a*shole! Are you even human?" Dorothy pressed on his hand, stopping it from sliding down. She bit her lips and shouted angrily, "I'm telling you, if you dare kill my child, I will fight to the death. At worst, I'll lose my life. Do you think I'm afraid?
As far as Maria could see, Dorothy was lying on the bed with disheveled clothes. Her body twitched from time to time. Blood could be seen flowing down her thighs, staining the white sheet. There was a faint smell of blood in the air. Tears welled up in Maria's eyes. She hurriedly grabbed a towel to wipe Dorothy's body clean. Then, she changed her into a set of clean clothes. Choking up, she said with tears rolling down her cheeks, "How... how are you feeling?" After a long time, Dorothy stirred from her unconsciousness. Her beautiful face that used to be glamorous, was now like a withered flower without any luster. After she had recovered a little, she subconsciously touched her abdomen and murmured, "My child... please save my child..." "Don't worry. The baby will be fine. I'll inform Mr. Scott right away." Lowering her head, Maria wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes. She then ran to the corridor to give Credence a call. No! Don'
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