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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.

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

a hoarse voice as

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

that if Troy insisted on leaving in his current condition, his body

really felt

in dealing with the aftermath of

surveillance footage.

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

be quite

a while, and when he returned a few minutes later, he said to Troy, “Mr. Marshall, you can go to the neighboring ward

“Sure.”

slowly opened his eyes.

still as water in a bottomless pit, while

all night, the folds of his eyelids were even more pronounced. His brows were twisted into a deep frown as he exuded a fierce aura that

pouring him a glass of water before placing it

after learning this news, Troy would make a move.

backrest. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and

wrist.

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

managed to calm down and comb through everything, pin–pointing several

been suspicious of from the beginning. It was obviously

should have had

Imogen had really given birth before, her child should

existence, or did she

was certain that during the three years of their marriage, Imogen hadn’t

the child probably had nothing to do

then, they hadn’t even recognized each

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

in the end, she wouldn’t

divorcing him and raising the

own.

was the question of who the child’s father

was what Troy wanted to know the most.

any case, everything was way too suspicious, and Troy couldn’t just let it

had to uncover the truth of the matter before he could lay

“Understood,” Lane answered.

possible!” Troy urged in a stern tone.

“I will.”

hotel, Imogen and her companions, guided by Charlie, began their journey

a snowfall, leaving a thick layer of snow on the ground. However, that didn’t

was

the busiest shopping street in

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

and the three of them strolled leisurely along the street.

on the thick snow, occasionally

look like

capture the scenery along the way, occasionally

rate there was quite high, making luxury shopping very

priced items, intending to bring them back to give to his parents, relatives, and other

A Younger Boyfriend

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

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

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

Before Imogen could refuse, Charlie handed her the phone. Imogen reluctantly found an angle and took a few pictures for Charlie.

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

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

Imogen furrowed her brows.

exclusive photographer! Don’t refuse. You’re here for a vacation and not taking photos? Then be our

Imogen

indeed distract herself with something else.

guides that Charlie had

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

dishes, the three of