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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.

approached Troy slowly. “Mr. Marshall, would you like to change

with his eyes closed, spoke in a hoarse

that Troy didn’t bring up the idea of

if Troy insisted on leaving in his current condition,

felt for Troy.

dealing with the aftermath of the car accident, he checked

surveillance footage.

serious injuries only

could be quite cruel.

he said to Troy, “Mr. Marshall, you can go to the

“Sure.”

slowly opened his eyes.

as water in a bottomless pit, while his

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

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

learning this news, Troy would make a move.

He pinched the bridge of his

wrist.

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

he finally managed to calm down and comb through everything, pin–pointing several inconsistencies in

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

before, she should have had some

given birth before,

disregard the child’s existence, or did she

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

he realized that the child probably had nothing to

even recognized each

Imogen’s concern for the child and her fondness for Liam, if they had a child together, she would definitely be with him.

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

had thought about divorcing him

own.

all that was left was the question of

what Troy wanted

too suspicious, and

to uncover the truth of the matter before he could lay

“Understood,” Lane answered.

as possible!” Troy urged in a stern tone.

“I will.”

the hotel, Imogen and her

snowfall, leaving a thick layer of snow on the ground.

was

be the busiest

variety of shops, including restaurants, cafeterias, shopping malls, and numerous luxury brand stores like LV, Chanel, and

three of them

her pockets, stepping on the thick snow, occasionally

She didn’t look like a tourist

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

rate there was quite high,

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 hand.

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bright, grand and magnificent. The round dome windows were adjacent slender columns, and

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

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

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

exclaimed, “Wow! This is great, Imogen! You made me look so beautiful!”

have some skills. Maybe

Imogen furrowed

chimed in. “Yes, yes, you should be our exclusive photographer! Don’t refuse. You’re here

Imogen agreed.

figured that she should indeed distract

guides that Charlie had looked

restaurant was mainly filled with foreigners, and the waitstaff could speak

side dishes, the three