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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.

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

in a hoarse voice as if there

of leaving

worried that if Troy insisted on leaving in his

really felt

aftermath of the car accident, he checked

surveillance footage.

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

be quite cruel.

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.

“Sure.”

slowly opened his

gaze was dull and lifeless, calm and still as water in a bottomless pit, while his eyes were bloodshot.

folds of his eyelids were even more pronounced. His brows were twisted into a deep frown as he

a glass of water before placing it on the table in front of Troy and asking, “Mr. Marshall,

that after learning this news,

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

wrist.

“Find someone to investigate what happened during Imogen’s third year of studying abroad. Make it as detailed as possible.”

managed to

been suspicious of from the beginning. It was obviously

should

had really given birth before, her

existence, or did she

of their marriage, Imogen hadn’t returned to

calming down, he realized that the child probably had

even recognized

for Liam, if they had a child

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

about divorcing him and raising the child

own.

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

was what Troy wanted

way too suspicious,

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

“Understood,” Lane answered.

as possible!” Troy urged in a stern

“I will.”

her companions,

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

destination was

to be the busiest shopping street in Oslo.

shopping malls, and numerous luxury brand stores like LV,

of pedestrians, and the three of them strolled leisurely

hands in her pockets, stepping on the thick

like a tourist at all.

capture the

tax refund rate there was quite high, making luxury shopping very cost–effective.

back to give to his 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

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typical gothic style with towering spires, distinct lines, simple and bright, grand and magnificent. The round dome

hand and pointed to Imogen, saying, “Let Imogen

Imogen wasn’t very enthusiastic. Thus, he wanted

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

phone and exclaimed, “Wow! This is great, Imogen! You

skills. Maybe you should become our exclusive

furrowed her brows.

in. “Yes, yes, you should be our exclusive photographer! Don’t refuse. You’re here for a vacation and not taking photos?

Imogen

indeed

on various guides that Charlie had

exceptionally satisfying. The restaurant was mainly filled with foreigners, and the waitstaff could speak a few phrases

several side dishes, the three of them went to get drinks.