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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

eyes closed, spoke in a hoarse

bring up the idea of leaving the hospital

Troy insisted on leaving

felt

assisting Troy in dealing with the aftermath of the car accident, he checked

surveillance footage.

sustained such serious injuries only to find

could be quite cruel.

went out for a while, and when he returned a few minutes later, he said to Troy, “Mr. Marshall, you can go

“Sure.”

slowly opened his eyes.

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

His brows were twisted into a deep frown as he exuded a fierce

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

news, Troy

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

wrist.

he ordered, “Find someone

he finally managed to calm

beginning. It was obviously Imogen’s first pregnancy due

should have had some experience.

had really given birth before, her child

did she have some connection with him?” He

the three years of their marriage, Imogen hadn’t

the child probably had nothing to

they hadn’t even

child and her fondness for Liam, if they had a child

in the end, she

had thought about divorcing him and raising the child on her

own.

was left was the question

wanted to know

suspicious, and Troy couldn’t just let it go.

truth of the matter before he could

“Understood,” Lane answered.

as possible!” Troy urged in a stern

“I will.”

short rest at the hotel, Imogen and her

thick layer of snow on

destination was Karl

was said to be the busiest shopping street in

of shops, including restaurants, cafeterias, shopping malls, and numerous luxury brand stores

and the three of them strolled leisurely along

hands in her pockets, stepping on the thick snow,

didn’t look like

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

rate there was quite high, making luxury

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

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

bags from Charlie’s hand and pointed to Imogen, saying,

enthusiastic. Thus, he wanted to

the phone. Imogen reluctantly found an angle

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

glanced over and smiled. “Imogen, you have some skills. Maybe

Imogen furrowed her

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

right,” Imogen

should indeed distract

chose a local restaurant based on various guides that Charlie had looked up,

to Charlie, some classic dishes in such cold weather would be exceptionally satisfying. The restaurant was mainly filled with foreigners, and the

the three of