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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.

he approached Troy slowly. “Mr. Marshall, would you like to change to another ward? I

hoarse voice as if there was sandpaper in

that Troy didn’t bring up the idea of

if Troy insisted on leaving in his current condition, his

really felt for Troy.

aftermath of the car accident, he checked

surveillance footage.

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

be quite

to Troy, “Mr. Marshall, you can go to the neighboring ward for now. Someone will

“Sure.”

opened his

lifeless, calm and still as water in a bottomless

slept all night, the folds of his eyelids were even more pronounced. His brows were

debris on the ground, and walked straight to the neighboring ward. Lane followed closely behind, pouring him a glass of water before placing it

believed that after learning this news, Troy

the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, revealing the stainless steel watch on his

wrist.

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

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

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

should have

Imogen had really given birth before, her child should be

existence, or did

of their marriage, Imogen

he realized that the child probably had

even recognized each

if they had a child together, she would

she wouldn’t abandon the

thought about divorcing

own.

all that was left was the question

wanted

suspicious, and Troy couldn’t just

the truth of the matter before he could lay his worries to

“Understood,” Lane answered.

possible!”

“I will.”

her companions, guided by

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

was

be the busiest shopping street

buildings stood, housing a variety of shops, including restaurants, cafeterias, shopping malls, and numerous

three of them strolled

had her hands in her pockets, stepping on the thick

She didn’t look like a tourist at

active among them, constantly using her phone’s camera to capture the scenery

tax refund rate there was quite high, making luxury shopping

parents, relatives, and other friends. “Hey, could one of you take a picture of me?” Charlie stood in front of a building, waving the shopping bags in her

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

and pointed to Imogen, saying, “Let Imogen take the

Imogen wasn’t very enthusiastic. Thus, he wanted to engage her more and make

picture of me!” Before Imogen could refuse, Charlie handed her the

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

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

Imogen furrowed her brows.

Don’t refuse. You’re here for a vacation and

right,” Imogen agreed.

that she should indeed

various guides that Charlie had looked up, serving classic dishes from the

satisfying. The restaurant was mainly filled with foreigners, and the waitstaff could speak a few phrases in their language.

ordering several side dishes, the three of them