Dorothy raised her head with difficulty after she saw Juelz's bloodshot red eyes. He comforted her and said, "Don't worry, I will help you find the best lawyer. I promise I will bail you out as soon as possible." "Juelz, there's no need for that, really. You are Juelz Sherman of the Sherman family. I don't want you to go around begging for help because of me..." Dorothy took a deep breath, then raised her head high. She suppressed the tears that were welling up in her eyes. She stared at Juelz's haggard and tired face, then she smiled gently, "Actually, it's not that bad here. At least, I don't have to think about whether Credence loves me or not. I don't have to be wary of the Fisher family's schemes... Now, I eat alone and feel full alone. This is a simple life, and it's not that bad." "What's so great about it? I think you've been scared silly by that group of policemen." Juelz was so angry that he wanted to flick Dorothy's forehead. However, when he looked a
Juelz was making a fuss in the conference room, so Ivana called Benjamin. As Credence's personal assistant, Benjamin had to answer all of his calls first before reporting them to him. During that night, Credence hid himself in his office. He did not allow anyone to enter. Benjamin held his phone tightly. One side of the corridor was a French window. The night was getting darker and darker, and it was almost half past ten. Credence still did not have the appetite to have dinner, which made Benjamin even more worried. Benjamin walked forward. He was about to reach out and knock on the office door, but right at that moment, the door was pushed open from inside. "Mr. Scott..." Benjamin responded instinctively. He immediately reported, "Ivana just called. It's about Madam." "What about her?" Credence's voice was a little hoarse, and he pressed his temples with his long fingers. He seemed tired. When the crystal lights shone on his tired face, it mad
That night, Dorothy did not sleep well. Perhaps it was because she was not used to sleeping on a single bed. While she was in a daze, she had a feeling that a pair of passionate eyes were staring at her, which she could not get rid of. At first, she had thought that Ivana was watching her from outside the iron bars. However, soon, Dorothy felt that something was amiss. It was because that gaze remained on her for a long, long time, not wavering at all. After getting pregnant, her temper had become horrible, and she was constantly on edge. Ever since she was confirmed to be pregnant three months ago in Palm City, her morning sickness had quietly arrived. Especially after she got sent into prison. She spent a big chunk of her time retching in the detention room. It was not easy for her to finally fall asleep during nighttime, but when she suddenly found herself in a difficult situation, she slowly got angry, and she thought, "Who the hell is standing o
"Don't you have anything else to say?" Credence slowly put his hands into his pockets and frowned. He stared at Dorothy's pale face and coldly asked her. "Didn't you see it for yourself? What else do you want me to say?" Dorothy took a deep breath and hid her sad expression well. She slowly stood up by supporting herself with the toilet bowl. She was not afraid of the chill emanating from his body. She raised her head and looked at him with bloodshot eyes. She smiled lightly and said, "Credence, you're right. I've gotten together with Juelz and we've made love too. The child in my womb belongs to him. You don't like me, and you don't love me either. You even tried to kill me. Can't I take back my feelings for you and love another man?" "Do you know when I got pregnant?" "Let me tell you, it was the night when I had gotten drunk. I had invited Juelz to the hotel. When we were doing it, we were so excited and enthusiastic. Hence, I got pregnant right after that."
When Ivana arrived after hearing the news, Dorothy was in a mess in the detention room. When she saw Juelz's condition, she was in greater shock. He was on the ground and could not get up. His upper body was wrapped in gauze, and lots of blood dripped out from the reddish gauze, which was horrible to look at. What...had he been beaten up by Mr. Scott? Dorothy took a basin of clean water and held a towel in her hand. She carefully wiped the cut on Juelz's arm when she saw Ivana enter. She looked down at the dying man and the corners of her eyes turned red, "Ivana, I can't leave this place because I'm being labelled a murderer. Can you help me send him to the hospital?" For her sake, Juelz was constantly beaten up by Credence. Had it not been for Gordan's sake, Juelz might have already been killed by Credence countless times. In her world, she had done nothing wrong, and she had a clear conscience. Juelz was the only person she owed too much to. She mi
Dorothy thought it was Juelz, so she happily went into the room. When she walked in, she realized the visitor was actually Rosalie, who was wearing high heels and a gorgeous dress and looked extremely arrogant. She had put on exquisite makeup. When Dorothy saw Rosalie, she thought of what she had seen on TV just a little while ago. It had been a heart-wrenching scene where Rosalie had held Credence's hand with a sweet smile on her face. Dorothy's expression immediately darkened, "What are you doing here?" "I'm here to see you, Dorothy." Rosalie widened her big eyes and looked at Dorothy who was wearing the prison uniform, looking like a mess. Rosalie's beautiful face was filled with cockiness and sarcasm, "I didn't expect you to have everything you need here. You actually have an air conditioner, a fridge, and even a television. You must have been quite comfortable these days. Dorothy, are you staying in a prison or a hotel?" "Rosalie, if you think it's comforta
Benjamin was driving the black Maybach and sent Credence to the entrance of the police station. Linda called him while in tears. "Credence, Rosalie went to the prison to visit Dorothy out of kindness. Not only did Dorothy not care about her sister's kindness, but she also attacked her severely... Now Rosie is lying on a hospital's operating table having her wounds cleaned. The doctor said that if the scars on her face are too deep, she might have to undergo plastic surgery. What should I do? Credence, you must help her take revenge!" "She's gone too far. Dorothy has gone too far this time." Credence's gaze was sharp, but his voice was calm, "What are you talking about? Dorothy would not start a fight. I know her. She is not an irrational woman." What he meant to say was that Rosalie had gone to find Dorothy and caused trouble for her, so she deserved to be beaten up. Linda was at a loss for words. After hesitating for a long time, she finally swallowed her
In the detention room with limited space. After Dorothy had attacked Rosalie, she was in a good mood. She was cleaning herself in the bathroom. She brushed her teeth with one hand and placed her hand on her belly as she was now four-months pregnant. She smiled and hummed a gentle lullaby. She had endured her resentment for so many years, and to let it all out like a surging wave in one night felt awesome. It was an awesome feeling, and it tasted better than delicious food. She remembered that every time Rosalie suffered a little grievance, she would act weak and complain to Credence about it. Credence would definitely come and see her in order to seek justice for Rosalie. He would either be here by night or the next day. That man had been her husband for four years, yet he took care of Rosalie more attentively than he ever did for her. The oval mirror above the basin clearly reflected Dorothy's pale little face. Dorothy stared at her eyes in the mirr
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