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Chapter 167 Her First Man

As soon as Troy thought about the possibility that it might be true, he was quickly caught up in a whirling vortex of emotion.

Veins pulsed on his forehead as he gritted his teeth, struggling to stop himself from losing his temper.

He and Imogen couldn’t have a child together.

Yet, she had a child with another man!

He thought, “Who is that man? Was he her first man? He actually let Imogen give birth alone and didn’t take responsibility for her? If I know who he is, I swear I will tear that person into shreds!” Then, he recalled Imogen’s wish to go abroad with Liam all along, so he wondered if that man could be Liam.

He thought, “Do they have a home together abroad? Have they been together since she was in her junior year?”

Flames of anger flared in the corners of his heart, its flames burning more fiercely with each. passing moment, almost consuming Troy’s sanity.

All the while, Lane leaned against the wall outside the ward, as still as a statue, quietly perking up his gars to listen carefully.

There was no sound coming from the ward.

It was as if there was no one inside.

Lane thought to himself, “Mr. Marshall must be very sad right now, silently reminiscing about the past, licking the wounds in his heart, and digesting all the bitterness.”

“Bang!”

Suddenly, a deafening noise echoed from the ward, causing Lane to shudder.

Following that came a series of crashing sounds.

If one listened closely, one would be able to distinguish the thud made by a table being overturned, the friction of a sofa being moved, the sharp and piercing sound of glass shattering, and the clang of something dropping to the floor…

Lane cringed in fright, thankful that he had come out.

He could vividly imagine Troy kicking over a table in a fit of

rage.

The ward fell into silence once again following that cacophony of noises.

After what felt like an eternity, a hoarse voice finally came from inside, “You can go back now.”

The voice sounded relatively calm, but with careful listening, one could detect a hint of weariness and bitterness beneath the surface.

Lane glanced at his phone. It was already eleven at night.

Given the situation, he figured Troy wouldn’t be getting any sleep at all.

Lane arrived at the hospital ward early the next morning.

Upon entering, a heavy smell of cigarette smoke filled the air, so thick that it was suffocating.

The room was in complete disarray, with the table overturned, the sofa moved, and everything scattered on the floor.

Troy sat on the armchair, leaning against the backrest. His legs were crossed, his arms rested on

the armrests, and his eyes, which were tightly shut, had dark circles underneath.

It seemed that he was in the same position when Troy left the day before.

The floor in front of him was covered in a thick layer of cigarette ash.

Cigarette butts were strewn everywhere, too numerous to count.

Lane sighed and walked to the window across the room, opening it to let in fresh air.

slowly. “Mr. Marshall, would you like to change to another ward? I can have this

hoarse voice as

that Troy didn’t bring up the idea of

leaving in his

really felt for

in dealing with the aftermath of the car

surveillance footage.

it weren’t for Imogen, Troy wouldn’t have sustained such serious injuries only

be quite cruel.

returned a few minutes later, he said to Troy, “Mr. Marshall, you can go

“Sure.”

opened

calm and still as water in a bottomless pit, while his

eyelids were even more pronounced. His brows were

the neighboring ward. Lane followed closely behind, pouring him a glass of water before placing

news, Troy would make a move.

against the backrest. He pinched the

wrist.

the glass of water and took a sip, his voice deep as he ordered, “Find someone to investigate

smoking for the entire night, he finally managed to calm down and comb through everything, pin–pointing several inconsistencies

had been suspicious of from the beginning. It was obviously Imogen’s

she should have

birth before,

completely disregard the child’s existence, or did she have some connection with

three years of their marriage, Imogen hadn’t returned to the city

calming down, he realized that the child

even recognized

if they had a child together, she

end, she wouldn’t abandon the child to marry him.

hadn’t forgotten that Imogen had thought about divorcing him

own.

question

was what Troy wanted to

everything was way too suspicious, and

uncover the truth of the matter before he could lay his worries to rest.

“Understood,” Lane answered.

as soon as possible!” Troy urged in a stern tone.

“I will.”

hotel, Imogen and her companions, guided

on the ground. However, that didn’t dampen their

destination was Karl

was said to be the busiest

buildings stood, housing a variety of shops, including restaurants, cafeterias, shopping malls, and numerous luxury brand stores like LV, Chanel, and Hermes, among others, which reminded them

the three of them strolled leisurely along the street.

her hands in her pockets, stepping on the

didn’t look like a

camera to capture the

was quite

give to his parents, relatives, and other friends. “Hey, could one of you take a

A Younger Boyfriend

gothic style with towering spires, distinct lines, simple and bright, grand and magnificent. The round dome windows were adjacent slender columns, and two sculptures of figures stood on each

took the shopping bags from Charlie’s hand and pointed to Imogen, saying, “Let Imogen take the picture for

that Imogen wasn’t very enthusiastic. Thus, he wanted to

handed her the phone. Imogen reluctantly

looked at the phone and exclaimed, “Wow! This is great, Imogen! You made

and smiled. “Imogen, you have some skills. Maybe you should become our exclusive photographer from now

furrowed

our exclusive photographer! Don’t refuse. You’re here for a

right,” Imogen

indeed distract

chose a local restaurant based on various guides that Charlie had looked up, serving

Charlie, some classic dishes in such cold weather would be exceptionally satisfying. The restaurant was mainly filled with foreigners, and the waitstaff could speak a few phrases in their

ordering several side dishes, the three of them went to