Semua Bab My Husband Hates Me: Bab 431 - Bab 440

The female doctor hurried over. A large group of people followed behind, including Jonathan, Belle, and Yezoo. The female doctor looked at Dorothy's twitching body, and quickly found the crux of the problem due to her many years of experience. She frowned. "Mrs. Scott, you are very weak right now. Don't overexert yourself. Your mood swings are too strenuous on you, and that will only affect the child in your body. That's right, relax, don't push yourself..." Before the doctor could finish talking, a growl of hunger suddenly erupted from Dorothy's stomach. It wasn't very loud, but it was enough for Dorothy to feel embarrassed. So many people were watching her. She was so ashamed that she turned her head away to avoid looking at them. Once the doctor had collected herself, she smiled having understood the situation, and then explained it to Credence. "Mr. Scott, don't worry, this is a good thing. It means that Mrs. Scott is just quite hungry, which is causing her

Ysabelle stopped and turned to look at Jeremy. A glaringly cold and evil light flashed in his eyes. Although Jeremy's tone closely resembled how it usually was, sarcastic and cruel, she could hear a hint of maliciousness within. From the moment he had the ability to resist her, from the moment he completely controlled the Sherman family business, her biological son's attitude towards her had always been like this. It was cold and piercing, full of hatred and disgust as if she were his sworn enemy, someone he wanted nothing more than to murder. At first, when her son was very young, she only vented all her pain and anger on him when she was in a bad mood. She whipped him with a belt and would beat him mercilessly. She hated him for not being able to win his father's favor and for being a burden to her. However, she didn't beat and whip him to death, did she? She never thought that he would hate her after so many years. From the looks of it, he might h

After receiving Juelz's strange and resentful gaze, Dorothy didn't know how to react. "I don't know if it's true or not. I just woke up. Credence and Jonathan told me that your uncle is my biological father, and the woman who we're not on good terms with is my mother. No one ever asked me for my opinion about this." Up till now, she still thought that it was very strange. She pretended to not have heard Germaine's earlier remarks. "Dory, let me ask you this, how does it feel to suddenly have a new pair of parents?" Germaine walked over, pulled out a chair and sat down. She pulled her face close to Dorothy and carefully looked at her. "To be honest, I really can't see which part of you resembles my uncle. At most, only your eyes and nose are somewhat similar to his. If we really have to, even I resemble him more than you." "As for that woman, Ysabelle, you look nothing like her at all. However, apart from the colors of their eyes, Belle looks a lot like her."

Dorothy was taken aback. The man's joyful laughter filled her head. His cold breath lingered in her nose, she had no place to escape. His laughter made her feel as though everything she had done was simply a joke. She felt angry and hurt. They hadn't found a suitable bone marrow donor for Belle yet, and time was running out. She was so worried that her hair was about to turn white, yet he still had the gall to laugh? She felt as though her body was going to burst into flames. Dorothy was furious, she repeatedly twisted her body about, trying to break free from him, "Credence, let me go!" "Never." Credence's arm went around her shoulders and supported her gently. He wouldn't hurt her or let her break free easily either. His other hand gently touched her bulging belly. He stared at her red eyes deeply and said, "Honey, will you finally accept me as your man? Does this mean that you still love me?" "Credence, stop overthinking this. I don't love a

Credence pushed his wheelchair directly towards the designated smoking room. Marvin was already standing inside, patiently smoking a cigarette as he waited for him. From the solemn look on his face, it was obvious the test results weren't good. Credence's heart sank as he pushed his wheelchair into the room. He closed his eyes before quickly opening them again. His breathing was quick, and his mind was in a mess. "Marvin, show me the report." Marvin nodded. As he handed over the documents in his hand, he sighed and said, "Credence, I had a look. Mr. Sherman and Madam Chilton's bones aren't a match for Belle's. Mr. Sherman is two points off, but Madam Chilton's isn't compatible at all." He thought that after confirming the identity of Dorothy's parents, they would be a better chance of curing Belle's terminal illness. However, Yezoo and Ysabelle's bones weren't a match at all. What terrible luck they had. On the other side of the room, Credence, who w