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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

closed, spoke in a hoarse

up the idea of leaving the

truly worried that if Troy insisted on leaving

felt

aftermath

surveillance footage.

weren’t for Imogen, Troy wouldn’t have sustained such serious injuries only to find out about that kind

could be quite cruel.

“Mr. Marshall, you can go to the neighboring ward for now. Someone will come to clean up here

“Sure.”

slowly opened his

dull and lifeless, calm and still as water

His brows were twisted into a deep frown as he exuded a fierce aura that was

followed closely behind, pouring him a glass of water before placing it on the table in front of Troy and asking, “Mr. Marshall, is

news, Troy would make a move.

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

wrist.

glass of water 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 as possible.”

managed to calm down and comb through everything,

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

she should

given birth before, her child should be somewhere.

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

the three years of their marriage, Imogen

he realized that the child

even recognized

considering Imogen’s concern for the child and her fondness for Liam, if they had

abandoned her in the end, she wouldn’t abandon the child

that Imogen had thought about divorcing him and

own.

was left was the question of who the

Troy wanted to know the

too suspicious, and Troy couldn’t just

uncover the truth of the matter before

“Understood,” Lane answered.

possible!” Troy

“I will.”

Imogen and her

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

first destination was Karl Johans Gate.

the

a variety of shops, including restaurants, cafeterias, shopping malls, and numerous luxury brand stores

and the three of

pockets, stepping on the thick snow, occasionally glancing

like a tourist at

among them, constantly using her phone’s camera to capture the scenery

tax refund rate there was quite

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

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

from Charlie’s hand and pointed to Imogen, saying,

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

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

at the phone and exclaimed, “Wow! This is great, Imogen!

you have some skills. Maybe you should become our exclusive photographer

Imogen furrowed her brows.

Don’t refuse. You’re here

Imogen agreed.

that she should indeed distract

on various guides that

in such cold weather would be exceptionally satisfying. The restaurant was mainly filled with foreigners, and the waitstaff

side dishes, the three