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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.

like to change to another ward? I can have this place cleaned up

long while, Troy, with his eyes closed, spoke in a hoarse voice as if there was sandpaper in his

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

that if Troy insisted on leaving in his current

really felt for Troy.

assisting Troy in dealing with the aftermath of

surveillance footage.

serious injuries only to find out about that

be quite cruel.

minutes later, he said to Troy, “Mr. Marshall, you can go to the neighboring ward for now. Someone will

“Sure.”

slowly opened

was dull and lifeless, calm and still as water in a bottomless pit,

having slept 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

walked straight to the neighboring ward. Lane followed closely behind, pouring him a glass of water before placing it on the table in front

that after learning this news, Troy would make a

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

wrist.

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

night, he finally managed to calm down and comb through everything, pin–pointing several inconsistencies

been suspicious of from the beginning. It was obviously Imogen’s first

should have had some

birth before, her child should be somewhere.

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

of their marriage, Imogen hadn’t returned

the child probably had nothing

hadn’t even recognized each

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

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

about divorcing

own.

left was the question of

what Troy wanted

suspicious, and Troy couldn’t just let it

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

“Understood,” Lane answered.

possible!” Troy urged in

“I will.”

hotel, Imogen and her companions,

on the ground. However, that didn’t dampen their enthusiasm for exploring the city.

first destination was Karl Johans

be the busiest shopping

street, antique buildings stood, housing a variety of shops, including restaurants, cafeterias, shopping malls, and numerous luxury brand

the three

stepping on the thick snow, occasionally glancing around, her

like

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

refund rate there was quite

relatives, and other friends. “Hey, could one

A Younger Boyfriend

in typical gothic style with towering spires, distinct lines, simple and bright, grand and magnificent. The round dome windows were adjacent slender columns, and two sculptures of

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

was a professional photographer, but he could tell that Imogen wasn’t very enthusiastic. Thus, he wanted to engage her more and make her

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

This is great, Imogen!

and smiled. “Imogen, you have some skills. Maybe you should become our exclusive photographer from now on!”

Imogen furrowed

refuse. You’re here for a vacation and not taking photos? Then

right,” Imogen

that she should indeed distract herself

that Charlie had looked up, serving classic dishes from

weather would be exceptionally satisfying. The restaurant was mainly

the three of them went