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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.

a few seconds of silence, he approached Troy slowly. “Mr. Marshall, would you like to change to another ward? I can have this place cleaned up

eyes closed, spoke in a hoarse voice as if there was sandpaper in

up the idea of leaving the

if Troy insisted on leaving in his current condition, his

really felt for Troy.

assisting Troy in dealing with the aftermath of the

surveillance footage.

Troy wouldn’t have sustained such serious injuries only to find out about that kind of news.

be quite cruel.

he said to Troy, “Mr. Marshall,

“Sure.”

slowly opened his eyes.

still as water in a bottomless pit, while

to not having slept all night, the folds of his eyelids were even more pronounced. His brows were twisted into a deep frown

a glass of

learning this news, Troy

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

wrist.

deep as he ordered, “Find someone to investigate what happened during Imogen’s third

ward smoking for the entire night, he finally managed to calm down

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

before, she should have had some experience.

had really given birth before, her

did she

years of their marriage, Imogen hadn’t returned to the city where she

child probably had nothing to do

even

concern for the child and her fondness for Liam, if

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

about divorcing him and raising the

own.

was the question of who the child’s

Troy wanted to

suspicious, and Troy

to uncover the truth of the matter

“Understood,” Lane answered.

it as soon as possible!” Troy urged in

“I will.”

rest at the hotel, Imogen and her

arrived just after a snowfall, leaving a thick layer of snow on the ground. However, that didn’t dampen

was Karl Johans

to be the busiest

stood, housing a variety of shops, including restaurants, cafeterias, shopping malls, and numerous luxury brand stores like LV, Chanel, and Hermes, among others, which reminded them somewhat

a lot of pedestrians, and the three of

had her hands in her pockets, stepping on the thick snow, occasionally glancing

She didn’t look like a

her phone’s camera to capture the scenery

tax refund rate there was quite high,

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

A Younger Boyfriend

distinct lines, simple and bright, grand and magnificent. The round dome windows were adjacent

and pointed to Imogen, saying, “Let Imogen take

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

me!” Before Imogen could refuse, Charlie handed her the phone.

looked at the phone and exclaimed, “Wow! This is great, Imogen! You made me look so

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

furrowed her

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

right,” Imogen agreed.

that she should indeed distract

that Charlie had looked up, serving classic dishes from the place.

Charlie, some classic dishes in such cold weather would be exceptionally satisfying. The restaurant was mainly

ordering several side dishes, the three of them