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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.

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

hoarse voice as if there was sandpaper in his throat, “All

up the idea of leaving the

leaving in his current condition,

felt for

with the aftermath of

surveillance footage.

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

could be

a few minutes later, he said to Troy, “Mr. Marshall, you can go to the

“Sure.”

opened

and still as water in a bottomless pit, while his eyes

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

him a glass of water before placing it on

that after learning this news,

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

wrist.

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

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

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

before, she should have had some

had really given birth before, her child should

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

years of their marriage, Imogen hadn’t returned to

he realized that the child probably

then, they hadn’t even recognized each

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

the end, she wouldn’t abandon the child to marry

about divorcing him and raising the

own.

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

wanted to know

way too suspicious, and Troy couldn’t just

to uncover the truth of the matter before he could lay his worries

“Understood,” Lane answered.

as possible!” Troy

“I will.”

a short rest at the hotel, Imogen and her companions, guided by Charlie,

on the ground. However, that didn’t dampen their

first destination was Karl Johans

to be the busiest shopping street

stood, housing a variety of shops, including restaurants, cafeterias, shopping malls, and numerous luxury brand stores like LV,

lot of pedestrians, and the three of

pockets, stepping on the thick snow,

like a

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

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

her hands full of shopping bags, while Alex had also bought several reasonably priced items, intending to bring them back to give to his parents, relatives, and other friends. “Hey, could

A Younger Boyfriend

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

hand and pointed to Imogen, saying, “Let Imogen take the picture for you!”

very enthusiastic. Thus, he wanted to engage her more and make her more

Charlie handed her the phone. Imogen reluctantly

“Wow! This is great, Imogen! You made me look so

smiled. “Imogen, you have some skills. Maybe you should become our exclusive

furrowed her brows.

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

right,” Imogen agreed.

indeed distract

various guides that Charlie had looked up, serving

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

side dishes, the three of them went to get drinks.