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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.

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

in a hoarse voice as if there was sandpaper

idea of leaving the hospital anymore, Lane

Troy insisted on leaving in his current condition, his body wouldn’t hold up.

really felt for

aftermath of the car accident, he checked the

surveillance footage.

Troy wouldn’t have sustained such serious injuries only to find

could be quite

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

“Sure.”

slowly opened

calm and still as water in a bottomless pit, while

His brows were twisted into a deep frown as he exuded a fierce aura

behind, pouring him a glass of water before placing it on

after learning this news, Troy would make a move.

the backrest. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, revealing

wrist.

water and took a sip, his voice deep as he ordered, “Find someone to investigate what happened during Imogen’s third year of studying abroad. Make it as detailed as

managed to calm down and comb through everything, pin–pointing several

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

should

if Imogen had really given birth before, her child should be somewhere.

completely disregard the child’s existence, or did she have some connection with him?” He wondered.

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

realized that the child probably

even recognized each other.

fondness for Liam, if they had a child

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

Imogen had thought about divorcing him and raising

own.

left was the question of who the child’s

Troy wanted

everything was way too suspicious, and Troy

the matter before he could lay his worries to rest.

“Understood,” Lane answered.

as soon as possible!” Troy urged in

“I will.”

and her companions, guided by Charlie, began their journey

had arrived just after a snowfall, leaving a thick layer of snow on the ground. However, that didn’t dampen their enthusiasm for

first destination was Karl

be the

a variety of shops, including restaurants, cafeterias, shopping malls, and numerous luxury brand stores like LV, Chanel, and

and the three of them strolled leisurely along the street.

pockets, stepping on

like a tourist at all.

the most active among them, constantly using her phone’s camera to capture the scenery along the way, occasionally stepping

refund rate there was quite high, making

bought several reasonably priced items, intending to bring them back to give to his parents, relatives, and other friends. “Hey, could one of you take

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and magnificent. The round dome windows

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

but he could tell that Imogen wasn’t very enthusiastic. Thus, he wanted to engage her more and make her more active.

Imogen could refuse, Charlie handed her the phone. Imogen reluctantly found an angle and took a few

the phone and exclaimed, “Wow! This is great, Imogen! You made me look so beautiful!”

smiled. “Imogen, you have some skills. Maybe you should become

furrowed

yes, you should be our exclusive photographer! Don’t refuse. You’re here for a vacation

right,” Imogen agreed.

that she should indeed distract herself with something else.

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

such cold weather would be exceptionally satisfying. The restaurant was

dishes, the three