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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.

he approached Troy slowly. “Mr. Marshall, would you like to change to another ward? I can have this

a hoarse voice as if there was sandpaper in his throat, “All right.”

that Troy didn’t bring up the idea of leaving the hospital anymore, Lane felt relieved.

truly worried that if Troy insisted on leaving in his current

really felt for

the aftermath of the car accident, he checked the

surveillance footage.

Imogen, Troy wouldn’t have sustained such serious injuries

be quite cruel.

said to Troy, “Mr. Marshall, you can go to the neighboring ward for now.

“Sure.”

opened

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

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

glass of water before placing it on the table in front of Troy and asking, “Mr. Marshall, is

believed that after learning this news,

pinched the bridge of his

wrist.

he ordered, “Find someone

night, he finally managed to calm down and comb

It was obviously Imogen’s first pregnancy due

birth before, she should have had some experience.

given birth

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

the three years of their marriage, Imogen

he realized that the child probably had

they hadn’t even recognized each

Imogen’s concern for the child and her fondness for Liam, if they had a child together,

end, she wouldn’t abandon

had thought about divorcing him and raising the

own.

the question of who the child’s father

what Troy wanted to

was way too suspicious,

uncover the truth of the matter before he could lay

“Understood,” Lane answered.

as soon as possible!”

“I will.”

hotel, Imogen and her companions, guided

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

first destination was Karl Johans Gate.

to be the busiest shopping street

numerous luxury brand stores like LV, Chanel, and Hermes, among others, which reminded them somewhat of Sacia City’s famous shopping

and the three of them strolled leisurely along the

pockets, stepping on the thick snow, occasionally glancing around, her

look like

to capture the scenery along the way, occasionally stepping into a store to browse.

rate there was quite high, making

bought several reasonably priced items, intending to bring them back to give to his parents, relatives, and other friends. “Hey, could one of

A Younger Boyfriend

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

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

that Imogen wasn’t very enthusiastic.

Before Imogen could refuse, Charlie handed her the phone. Imogen

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

some skills. Maybe you

furrowed

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

Imogen agreed.

figured that she should indeed distract

on various guides that Charlie

be exceptionally satisfying. The restaurant was mainly filled with foreigners, and the waitstaff could speak a few phrases in their language.

side dishes, the three of them went