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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.

like to change to another

Troy, with his eyes closed, spoke in a hoarse

up the idea of leaving the hospital anymore,

Troy insisted on leaving in his current condition, his body wouldn’t hold up.

felt

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

surveillance footage.

have sustained such serious injuries only to

could be quite cruel.

he said to Troy, “Mr. Marshall, you can go to the

“Sure.”

slowly opened

water in

folds of his eyelids were even more pronounced. His brows were twisted into a deep frown as he exuded

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.

believed that after learning this news, Troy would make a

pinched the bridge of

wrist.

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 as

managed to calm

obviously Imogen’s first pregnancy due to how clueless and

she should have had some experience.

had really given birth

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

of their marriage, Imogen hadn’t returned to the

calming down, he realized that the child

then, they hadn’t even recognized each

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

abandoned her in the end, she wouldn’t abandon

hadn’t forgotten that Imogen had thought about divorcing him and raising the

own.

question of who the child’s

was what Troy wanted to know the most.

everything was way too suspicious, and Troy

of the matter

“Understood,” Lane answered.

possible!” Troy urged in a stern tone.

“I will.”

Imogen and her companions, guided by Charlie, began

a thick layer of snow on the ground. However, that didn’t dampen their enthusiasm for exploring the

was Karl

to be the busiest shopping street in

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

the three of them strolled leisurely

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

like a tourist at

the most active among them, constantly using her phone’s camera to capture the

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

back to give to his parents, relatives, and other friends. “Hey, could one of you take a picture of me?” Charlie

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style with towering spires, distinct lines, simple and bright, grand and magnificent. The round dome windows were

hand and pointed to Imogen, saying, “Let

but he could tell that Imogen wasn’t very enthusiastic. Thus, he wanted

her the phone. Imogen reluctantly found an angle and took a few pictures for

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

smiled. “Imogen, you have some skills. Maybe you

Imogen furrowed

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

Imogen

figured that she should indeed distract herself

on various guides that Charlie had

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

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