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
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