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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.

seconds of silence, he approached Troy slowly. “Mr. Marshall, would you like to change to another ward? I can have this place cleaned up for you.”

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

bring up the idea of leaving the

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

felt

the aftermath of the car accident, he checked the

surveillance footage.

wouldn’t have sustained such serious injuries only to find out about that kind of

could be quite cruel.

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

“Sure.”

opened his

as water in a bottomless pit, while his eyes

not having slept all night, the folds of his eyelids were even more pronounced. His brows were twisted into a

the neighboring ward. Lane 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

after learning this news, Troy would make a move.

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

wrist.

a sip, his voice deep as he ordered, “Find someone to investigate what happened during

the ward smoking for the entire night, he finally managed to calm down

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

before, she should have

really given birth before, her child should

child’s existence, or did she have some connection with him?” He wondered.

marriage, Imogen hadn’t

child probably had

even

fondness for Liam, if they had

abandoned her in the end, she wouldn’t

divorcing him and raising

own.

was left was the question of who the child’s father

what Troy wanted to

too suspicious, and

the matter before he

“Understood,” Lane answered.

as soon as possible!” Troy urged in a stern tone.

“I will.”

rest at the hotel, Imogen and her companions, guided by Charlie, began

had arrived just after a snowfall, leaving a thick layer of snow on the ground.

destination was Karl Johans Gate.

was said to be the

and numerous luxury brand stores like LV, Chanel, and Hermes, among others, which reminded them

the three of them strolled leisurely along the street.

pockets, stepping on the

like a tourist

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

tax refund rate there was quite high, making luxury shopping

parents, relatives, and other friends. “Hey, could one of you take a picture

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

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

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

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

is great, Imogen! You made

some skills. Maybe you

furrowed her

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

right,” Imogen agreed.

should indeed

restaurant based on various guides that Charlie had looked up, serving

was mainly filled with

several side dishes, the three of