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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.

would you like

closed, spoke in a hoarse voice as

idea of leaving the hospital anymore,

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

really felt for

in dealing with the aftermath

surveillance footage.

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

could be

a few minutes later, he said to Troy, “Mr. Marshall, you can go to the neighboring ward for now. Someone will come to clean up here shortly.”

“Sure.”

opened

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

not having slept all night, the folds of his eyelids were even more pronounced. His brows

Lane followed closely behind, pouring him a glass of water before placing it on the table

this news, Troy

the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, revealing the stainless

wrist.

his voice deep as he ordered, “Find someone to investigate what happened during Imogen’s third year of studying abroad. Make it

smoking for the entire night, he finally managed to calm down and comb through everything, pin–pointing several inconsistencies in it.

beginning. It was obviously Imogen’s first pregnancy due to how clueless and inexperienced she seemed. If she had really

she should have had some

Imogen had really given birth before, her child

completely disregard the child’s existence, or did

during the three years of their marriage, Imogen

the child probably had nothing

they hadn’t even recognized each other.

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

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

had thought about divorcing him and

own.

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

what Troy wanted to know the most.

suspicious, and Troy couldn’t just

matter before he could lay his worries to

“Understood,” Lane answered.

it as soon as possible!” Troy urged in a stern

“I will.”

at the hotel, Imogen and her companions, guided

of snow on the ground. However, that didn’t dampen

was

the busiest shopping

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

of pedestrians, and the three of them strolled leisurely along the

on the thick snow, occasionally glancing around, her

She didn’t look like a tourist at all.

capture the scenery along the way, occasionally stepping into

was quite high, making luxury shopping very cost–effective.

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 the shopping

A Younger Boyfriend

distinct lines, simple and bright, grand and magnificent. The round dome windows were adjacent slender columns, and two sculptures

hand and pointed to Imogen, saying, “Let Imogen take the picture

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

the phone.

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

skills. Maybe you

Imogen furrowed her

in. “Yes, yes, you should be our exclusive photographer! Don’t refuse. You’re here for a

Imogen agreed.

that she should indeed distract

guides that Charlie had looked up, serving classic dishes from

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

the three of them