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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

a hoarse voice as if

the idea of leaving the hospital anymore, Lane felt relieved.

leaving in his current condition,

really felt

with the aftermath

surveillance footage.

it weren’t for Imogen, Troy wouldn’t have sustained such serious injuries

be quite cruel.

minutes later, he said to Troy, “Mr.

“Sure.”

slowly opened

lifeless, calm and still as water in a

night, the folds of his eyelids were even more pronounced. His brows were twisted into a deep frown

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,

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

wrist.

the 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

he finally managed

beginning. It was obviously Imogen’s first pregnancy due to

she should have

really given birth before, her child should be

completely disregard the child’s existence, or did she have some connection

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

calming down, he realized that the child probably

then, they hadn’t even recognized each

concern for the child and her fondness for Liam, if they had a child together, she

if Liam abandoned her in the end, she wouldn’t abandon

Imogen had thought about divorcing him and raising the child on

own.

all that was left was the question of who the

what Troy wanted to know

suspicious, and Troy couldn’t just let it go.

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

“Understood,” Lane answered.

do it as soon as possible!” Troy urged

“I will.”

the hotel, Imogen and her companions,

just after a snowfall, leaving a thick layer of snow on the

first destination was Karl Johans Gate.

said to be the

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

weren’t a lot of pedestrians, and the three

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 to browse.

there was quite high,

intending to bring them back to give to his parents, relatives, and other friends. “Hey, could one of you

A Younger Boyfriend

in typical gothic style with towering spires, distinct lines, simple and bright, grand and magnificent.

pointed to

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

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

is great, Imogen! You

Maybe you should become

Imogen furrowed her brows.

you should be our exclusive photographer! Don’t refuse. You’re here for a vacation and not

Imogen

figured that she should indeed distract herself

based on various guides that Charlie had

satisfying. The restaurant was mainly

dishes, the three of them went to get drinks.