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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

closed, spoke in a hoarse voice as if there

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

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

really felt for Troy.

the aftermath of the car accident, he checked the

surveillance footage.

sustained such serious

be quite

and when he returned a few minutes later, he said to Troy, “Mr. Marshall, you can go to the neighboring ward for now. Someone will come to

“Sure.”

opened his

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

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

after learning this news, Troy

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

wrist.

a sip, his voice deep as he ordered, “Find someone to investigate what happened during Imogen’s third year of

managed to calm down and comb through everything, pin–pointing several inconsistencies in it.

obviously Imogen’s first pregnancy due to how clueless and inexperienced

should have had some experience.

if Imogen had really given birth

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

the three years of their marriage, Imogen

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

hadn’t even

and her fondness for Liam, if they had a child together,

the end, she

that Imogen had thought about divorcing him and raising the child on her

own.

all that was left was the question of who

was what Troy wanted

was way too suspicious, and Troy couldn’t just let it go.

uncover the truth of the matter before he could lay

“Understood,” Lane answered.

as soon as possible!” Troy urged in a

“I will.”

the hotel, Imogen and her companions, guided by Charlie, began their journey in Oslo.

a thick layer of snow on the ground.

was Karl

was said to be the busiest

variety of shops, including restaurants, cafeterias, shopping malls, and numerous luxury brand stores like LV, Chanel, and Hermes, among others, which reminded them somewhat of Sacia City’s famous

and the three

on the thick snow, occasionally glancing around, her pace

She didn’t look like

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

tax refund rate there was quite high,

bags, while Alex had also 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 a picture of me?” Charlie stood in front of a building, waving

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building was in typical gothic style with towering spires, distinct lines, simple and bright, grand and magnificent.

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

take a picture of me!” Before Imogen could refuse, Charlie handed her the phone. Imogen reluctantly found an angle and took a

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

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

furrowed

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

right,” Imogen

should indeed distract

various guides that Charlie had looked

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

the three of them went to get