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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 to another ward? I can have this

long while, Troy, with his eyes closed, spoke in a hoarse

the idea of leaving

was truly worried that if Troy insisted on leaving in his current condition, his body wouldn’t hold

felt for

aftermath of the car

surveillance footage.

such serious injuries only to find out about that kind of

could be

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

and lifeless, calm and still as water in a bottomless

were even more pronounced. His brows were twisted into a deep

up, stepped over the 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

that after learning this news, Troy would make

the sofa, crossing his long legs, lazily leaning against the backrest. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his

wrist.

water and took a sip, his voice deep as he ordered, “Find someone to investigate

sitting still in the ward smoking for the entire night, he finally managed to calm down and comb

had been suspicious of from the beginning. It was obviously Imogen’s first pregnancy due to how clueless and inexperienced she seemed. If

before, she should have

had really given birth before,

or did

during the three years of their marriage,

after calming down, he realized that the child probably had nothing to do with Liam.

even recognized each

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

she wouldn’t abandon the

hadn’t forgotten that Imogen had thought about divorcing him and raising the child on her

own.

all that was left was the question of who

Troy wanted to know the most.

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

truth of the matter before he could

“Understood,” Lane answered.

as possible!” Troy urged in a

“I will.”

the hotel, Imogen and her companions, guided by Charlie, began their journey in Oslo.

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

first destination was Karl Johans

was said to be the busiest shopping street in Oslo.

sides of the street, antique buildings stood, housing a variety of shops, including restaurants, cafeterias, shopping malls, and numerous luxury brand stores like LV, Chanel,

lot of pedestrians, and the three of them strolled leisurely along the street.

in 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

quite high, making luxury

Alex had also bought several reasonably priced items, intending to bring them 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

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

Charlie’s hand and pointed to Imogen,

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

her the phone. Imogen reluctantly found an angle and took a

and exclaimed, “Wow! This is great,

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

furrowed her

photographer! Don’t refuse. You’re here for a vacation

right,” Imogen agreed.

figured that she should indeed distract herself

restaurant based on various guides that Charlie had looked up, serving classic

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

several side dishes, the three of them went to get