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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.

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

a hoarse voice as if there was sandpaper in his

idea of leaving the hospital anymore, Lane felt

leaving in his current condition, his body wouldn’t

really felt for Troy.

dealing with the aftermath of the car accident, he checked

surveillance footage.

such serious injuries only to find out about that

could be

and when he returned a few minutes later, he said to Troy, “Mr. Marshall,

“Sure.”

opened his eyes.

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

to not 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 that was filled

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

news, Troy would

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

wrist.

slowly picked up 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

smoking for the entire night, he finally managed to calm down and comb through

beginning. It was obviously

birth before, she should

given birth

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

of their marriage, Imogen hadn’t

after calming down, he realized that the child probably

they hadn’t even

concern for the child and her fondness for Liam, if

end, she wouldn’t abandon the child to marry

forgotten that Imogen had thought about divorcing him and raising

own.

question of who the child’s father was.

was what Troy wanted to know the most.

everything was way too suspicious, and Troy couldn’t

of the matter before he could lay his worries

“Understood,” Lane answered.

as soon as possible!” Troy urged in

“I will.”

and her companions, guided by Charlie, began their journey

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

was

was said to be the busiest shopping street in Oslo.

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

and the three of them strolled leisurely along the

pockets, stepping on

look like a tourist at all.

constantly using her phone’s camera to capture the scenery along the way, occasionally stepping into a

rate there was quite high, making

back to give to his parents, relatives, and other

A Younger Boyfriend

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

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

very enthusiastic.

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

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

skills. Maybe you should become our exclusive photographer from

Imogen furrowed

photographer! Don’t refuse. You’re here for a vacation and not taking photos? Then be our photographer!”

right,” Imogen

that she should indeed distract

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

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

several side dishes, the three of them