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
The darkness of the night was like an abyss. While Dorothy Fisher was still befuddled by sleep, she felt her body being turned over forcefully by a pair of strong hands. Then, a lean and strong male body pressed on top of her. There were two cold fingers gripping her chin tightly. Dorothy stirred in her sleep. She was awakened by the chill feeling on her chin. Subconsciously, she pushed the man on top of her away. The next moment, the strong smell of alcohol and a familiar breath made her space out. As expected, Credence Scott was back. Only when he was drunk and needed her that he would look for her in the guest room. "I'm your legal wife, not a woman whom you can pay to do whatever you want with!" Dorothy trembled with anger. "You disturb me every time I'm asleep. Couldn't you show some respect to me?" Being pinned down on the big bed, Dorothy wriggled her body with all her might. She resisted fiercely, not willing to be kissed by him.
The man in front of Dorothy was someone she had been deeply in love with for ten years. She understood him more than anyone else. She would definitely not be so narcissistic as to believe that he had appeared in the hospital because he cared about her. However, at the thought of the child in her belly, Dorothy was filled with courage. She quickened her pace and grabbed him by his arm, asking expectantly, "Credence, do you know it already?" Did he know that she was pregnant? "You mean do I know that you are pregnant with another man's child?" Credence's voice did not carry any warmth. Then, his palm clamped onto Dorothy's thin arm like a pair of pincers. Dorothy was caught off guard. She felt a dull pain radiating from the spot where her arm was grasped. The pain made her face turn as pale as a sheet. She let out a gasp. But the physical pain could not be compared to the pain she was feeling from Credence's brutal words. She staggere
"Credence, you're my only man in my past twenty-seven years. You're also the only man that I've been sleeping with. Can we... do another paternity test?" Dorothy took a few deep breaths and slowly calmed down. "If it turns out that you're really not the child's father. I'm willing to get a divorce!" Dorothy's decisive tone caught Credence off guard. Even his heart missed a beat. He pressed his lips together. Just when he was about to speak, a sweet and soft voice was heard from behind him. "Credence, are you here to see me? I've just seen the doctor. He said I need to take good care of my health for a few months. After you divorce Dorothy, we will soon have our own baby." Upon hearing this, Dorothy's sadness and anger were replaced with shock. Her gaze fell on the beautiful woman who was slowly walking toward Credence. The woman was Rosalie Fisher! Dorothy was able to recognize her at a glance. Twenty-six years ago, Dorothy's father, Cale
"Shut up!" Two years ago, Credence had witnessed his father, Sheldon Scott, fallen down from the balcony. Unfortunately, the incident caused him to be in a vegetative state. At the mention of this sad event of the past, anger stirred within Credence. His face darkened. All of a sudden, he grasped Dorothy's chin, roaring at her, "If you did not suck up to my father back then, Rosalie would be the one who married me! Not you!" Then, a smile appeared on Credence's face. His smile looked eerie as he said, "That night, you pretended to be Rosalie. Also, you persuaded Dad to drug me. Otherwise, how would I be sleeping on the same bed with you? And why did he so coincidentally block us at the door? If it weren't for him threatening me with his life, do you think I would marry you?" Dorothy had loved Credence for ten years, while he had hated her for ten years. Furthermore, his hatred toward her grew with each passing day. He would never believe that Dorothy had n
Rosalie noticed Credence's abnormal behavior and coughed lightly. "Credence, it's all my fault. I should not have fallen for you, and I should not have told you everything that Dorothy did behind your back. Everything is my fault. Please don't force her anymore. She cares about you very much, that's why she wants to use the child to win your heart... Dorothy, I'm so sorry..." Her eyes were full of ambiguity as she said. She sniffled and could not finish her words as she choked up. "Rosalie Fisher, just drop the act! You're the most shameless woman I've ever seen in my whole life!" Dorothy scoffed and stood up. She walked toward Rosalie and said with a cold smile, "In your mind, I'm only a child whom Dad and Mom had adopted from the orphanage. My whole life exists because of them, so I have to do everything I can to repay their kindness, right? That's true. I am forever indebted to them, but I don't owe you anything!" "Don't ever think of owning the man I love. H
Seeing Rosalie approaching her with a knife in her hand, Dorothy quickly propped herself up and climbed out of the bed, dodging the knife. She had her back against the wall and said with a sneer, "Rosalie, you always failed in our fighting. Even if I'm pregnant now, do you think it would be that easy to kill me?" "Do you think I'm that stupid? Credence would only see me as a vicious person if I kill you." Rosalie waved the knife in her hand and laughed triumphantly. All of a sudden, she thrust the sharp knife into her abdomen, stabbing it two inches deep. Bright, red blood spurted out from the wound on her abdomen. Her white dress was instantly stained red. It was a ghastly sight. At that point, Dorothy finally understood everything. Rosalie had always hated the color white. She had chosen to wear a white dress to the ward, so that Credence would notice her miserable condition immediately, making Dorothy the scapegoat. After figuring out Rosalie's u
The man who walked in was none other than Credence. He did not even shoot Dorothy a glance. Instead, he went straight to Rosalie, who was lying in a pool of blood and groaning in pain. He bent down and scooped her up. Then, he glanced over at Dorothy and asked. "Why did you hurt Rosalie?" His voice was as cold as usual. Also, there was a familiar scent of alcohol when he spoke. Before Dorothy could respond to the joy of seeing him, she was met with his ruthless accusation. When she looked up and caught his gaze, she could feel a bone-chilling cold spreading throughout her body. "I didn't do it. I swear!" Staring at Credence with a fierce determination, Dorothy denied it repeatedly. She knew that he had never trusted her. Especially when it came to Rosalie, he was completely blinded by love. But at that moment, she could no longer hold everything in. She was determined to prove her innocence, and reveal Rosalie's true colors. Dorothy purs