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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.

a few seconds of silence, he approached Troy slowly. “Mr. Marshall, would you like to change to

Troy, with his eyes closed, spoke in a hoarse voice

that Troy didn’t bring up the idea of leaving the hospital anymore,

on leaving in his current condition, his body

really felt for Troy.

dealing with the aftermath of the car

surveillance footage.

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

could be

few minutes later, he said to Troy, “Mr. Marshall, you can go to the neighboring ward for now. Someone will come to clean up here shortly.”

“Sure.”

slowly opened

as water in a bottomless pit, while his

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

followed 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 you need me to

that after learning this news, Troy would make

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

wrist.

he ordered, “Find someone to investigate what happened during Imogen’s third year of studying abroad. Make it as

finally managed to calm down

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

she should have

had really given birth before, her child

she completely disregard the child’s existence, or did

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

calming down, he realized that the child probably had nothing to do

even recognized each

for Liam, if they had a child together, she would

she wouldn’t abandon the child to marry him.

had thought about divorcing him and raising the child on

own.

was left was the question of who

Troy wanted to know the

too suspicious, and Troy couldn’t just

of the matter

“Understood,” Lane answered.

possible!” Troy urged

“I will.”

the hotel, Imogen and her

arrived just after a snowfall, leaving a thick layer of snow on

first destination was

to be the busiest shopping street in

numerous luxury brand stores like LV, Chanel,

pedestrians, and the three of them

in her pockets, stepping on the thick snow, occasionally glancing around, her

look like a tourist at

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

was quite high, making luxury

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

A Younger Boyfriend

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

Charlie’s hand and pointed to Imogen, saying, “Let Imogen

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

the phone. Imogen

at the phone and exclaimed, “Wow! This is

have some skills. Maybe you should become our

Imogen furrowed her brows.

You’re here for a vacation

right,” Imogen agreed.

she should indeed distract herself with something else.

a local restaurant based on various guides that Charlie

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

three of