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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.

would you like to change to another ward? I can have this place

a hoarse voice as if there was sandpaper in his throat, “All

idea of leaving the

that if Troy insisted on leaving

felt

in dealing with the aftermath of the car accident, he

surveillance footage.

sustained such serious injuries only to find

could be quite cruel.

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

“Sure.”

opened his

gaze was dull and lifeless, calm and still as water in a bottomless pit,

slept all night, the folds of his eyelids were even more pronounced. His brows were twisted into a deep frown as he exuded a fierce

closely behind, pouring him a glass of water before placing it on the table in front of Troy and asking, “Mr. Marshall, is there anything

learning this news, Troy would

long legs, lazily leaning against the backrest. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and

wrist.

he ordered, “Find someone

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

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

birth before, she should have had some

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

existence, or did she have some connection with him?” He

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

realized that the child probably

they hadn’t even recognized each other.

considering Imogen’s concern for the child and her fondness for Liam, if they had a child together,

if Liam abandoned her in the end, she wouldn’t abandon the child

had thought about divorcing him and raising

own.

the question of who the child’s father was.

wanted to know

suspicious, and Troy couldn’t just let

matter before he could lay

“Understood,” Lane answered.

as soon as possible!” Troy urged in a

“I will.”

at the hotel, Imogen and her companions, guided by

leaving a thick layer of snow on the ground.

first destination was Karl

be the busiest shopping street in Oslo.

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

weren’t a lot of pedestrians, and the three of them strolled leisurely

in her pockets, stepping on the thick

didn’t look like a tourist

phone’s camera to capture the scenery along the way, occasionally stepping into

there was quite high, making luxury shopping very

while Alex had also bought several reasonably priced items, intending to bring them back to give to his parents, relatives,

A Younger Boyfriend

with towering spires, distinct lines, simple and bright, grand and magnificent. The round dome windows were adjacent

to Imogen, saying, “Let Imogen take

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

her the phone. Imogen reluctantly found an angle and took

is great, Imogen! You made me

have some skills. Maybe you should become

Imogen furrowed her brows.

Don’t refuse. You’re here for a

right,” Imogen

that she should indeed distract herself with something

guides that Charlie had looked up, serving

restaurant was mainly filled with foreigners, and the waitstaff could speak a few

dishes, the three of them went to get