All Chapters of My Husband Hates Me: Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

Belle walked over hand-in-hand with Germaine. Finding the handsome man that she hadn't seen in such a long time, Belle quickly shook off Germaine's hand and ran towards Credence. It was probably due to the innate nature between father and daughter that she focused on Credence's feet first. She tiptoed and touched his legs, which were covered in plaster, and curiously asked. "Daddy, is Mommy sleeping? Shh, don't wake Mommy up. Let's talk in a softer voice. Why are you sitting in a wheelchair? What's wrong with your feet?" After that, she hooked her pinky finger and gently tapped on his plastered bandages. She asked nervously. "Daddy, does it hurt? Are you sick like me?" "Don't worry, Daddy. The doctor said that as long as you take your medicine and injections regularly, you'll be cured in no time. So, Daddy, as long as you take your medicines, you will be all better." She tugged on Credence's black suit leggings. She looked worried like she would never see

Leilani was thrown on to an empty hospital, as she was unconscious. The sleeve on her right hand was rolled up, there was a pinhole mark from the blood test that was recently done on her. Marvin walked over, poured himself a cup of cold water, and splashed it on Leilani's face. Leilani woke up with a jump as the cold water dribbled off her face. The moment she opened her eyes, she caught sight of Credence, who had a murderous look on his face. She panicked as she struggled to scream, only managing a high-pitched croak out of fear. "Ah ah...!" Her voice was annoyingly loud, causing Credence to frown. His sharp eyes focused on Leilani, and he got straight to the point, "Your sister is Dorothy's real mother, isn't it?" "No, she isn't. How could that be possible? How could my sister be Dory's mother?" Leilani had no idea how she arrived at this plain-looking ward from Dorothy's luxurious one. She also didn't know why Credence poured water on her. S

Inside their inconspicuous luxury car. The old butler was driving, while Ysabelle and Yezoo were seated at the back. The two of them were silent on the ride over. "Ysabelle, for all these years, I've felt terrible for not being there for her. She is our only child. I thought that we would have to live with this pain for the rest of our lives! I never imagined that our daughter would return. Now she's 29 years old and healthy." Yezoo watched the scenery outside the car window. His mouth was agape and his fists were clenched. His breathing was short and quick, he was clearly very anxious and couldn't keep calm. Just a month ago, he noticed a very recognizable birthmark on Dorothy in a video. Back then, he had his suspicions and secretly ordered his subordinates to find out more about Dorothy's background. As he searched for more information, Yezoo's heart grew more and more turbulent. He had a feeling that Dorothy really was his daughter, and that feeling gr

In the regular ward. Ysabelle walked towards Leilani with an extremely glum face. "Isn't Dorothy your daughter? Why are people suddenly saying she's mine? Leilani, what the hell are you up to?" "Ysabelle, what do you mean by that? Do you think I'm the one behind all this? If I told you I didn't want anything to do with this, would you believe me?" Ysabelle's question infuriated Leilani. She reached out and grabbed Ysabelle's arms, glared at her, and hissed, "I had nothing to do with this. This is all Credence's fault. I don't know how he got the idea, he even showed me a blood test report. He accused me of not being Dorothy's biological mother. Bah! I was pregnant with her for ten months. How could his claim be possible?" "What's more ridiculous is that he told me that you were Dorothy's biological mother. Isn't that ridiculous? I gave birth to Dory, she is my daughter. Do you think I wouldn't recognize my own daughter?" Leilani screamed from the bottom of

When Credence wheeled himself back to the ward on his wheelchair, he had already calmed down. He was calmer than still water. Even the bloodshot redness in his eyes gradually dissipated. To him, it didn't matter if he was in a complicated situation, nothing was more important than Dorothy and Belle. After all, they were the ones he truly loved the most in his life. Apart from compromising, what else could he do? Besides, the ones who should atone for their sins were Ysabelle and his father, who accidentally killed his mother. It had nothing to do with Dorothy. She couldn't choose her parents, neither could he, she was the most innocent one out of everybody. Credence lied to himself over and over again, and his pain slowly eased. He clutched Dorothy's hand in silence and held it firmly in his palm. A trace of irrepressible pain slipped across the corners of his eyes as he murmured in a soft voice, "Honey, I know very well that the actions of the