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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.

silence, he approached Troy slowly. “Mr. Marshall, would you like to change to another ward? I can have this place

eyes closed, spoke in a hoarse voice as if there was

the idea of leaving the hospital anymore, Lane felt

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

felt for

dealing with the aftermath of the

surveillance footage.

for Imogen, Troy wouldn’t have sustained such serious

be

went out for a while, 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 clean up here shortly.”

“Sure.”

slowly opened his eyes.

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

even more pronounced. His brows were twisted into a deep frown as he exuded a

to the neighboring ward. Lane followed closely behind, pouring him a glass of water before placing it on the table in front of

believed that after learning this news, Troy would make

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

wrist.

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

he finally managed to calm down and

of all was something he had been suspicious of from the beginning. It was obviously Imogen’s first pregnancy due to how clueless and inexperienced she seemed. If she had really

before, she should have had some

really given birth before, her child should

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

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

the child probably had nothing to

then, they hadn’t even recognized each other.

fondness for Liam, if they had a child together, she would definitely be with

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

thought about divorcing him and raising the child

own.

was left was the question of

was what Troy wanted to know

case, everything was way too suspicious, and

of the matter before he could lay his worries

“Understood,” Lane answered.

do it as soon as possible!” Troy urged in a

“I will.”

a short rest at the hotel, Imogen and her companions, guided by

layer of snow on

first destination was Karl Johans Gate.

be the

of the street, antique buildings stood, housing a variety of shops, including restaurants, cafeterias, shopping malls, and numerous luxury brand stores like LV, Chanel, and Hermes, among others, which reminded

three of them strolled leisurely along the street.

on the thick snow,

look like

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

was quite high, making luxury shopping very

back to give to his parents, relatives, and other friends. “Hey, could one of you take a picture of me?”

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distinct lines, simple and bright, grand and magnificent. The round dome windows were adjacent slender columns, and two sculptures of figures stood on each

took the shopping bags from Charlie’s hand and pointed to Imogen, saying,

was a professional photographer, but he could tell that Imogen wasn’t very enthusiastic. Thus, he wanted to

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

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

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

furrowed her

refuse. You’re here for a vacation and not taking photos? Then be our

Imogen

indeed distract herself with something

local restaurant based on various guides that Charlie had looked up, serving classic dishes from the

Charlie, some classic dishes in such cold weather would be exceptionally satisfying. The restaurant was mainly filled with foreigners, and the waitstaff could speak a

dishes, the three of