"Credence, you're my only man in my past twenty-seven years. You're also the only man that I've been sleeping with. Can we... do another paternity test?"
Dorothy took a few deep breaths and slowly calmed down. "If it turns out that you're really not the child's father. I'm willing to get a divorce!"
Dorothy's decisive tone caught Credence off guard. Even his heart missed a beat.
He pressed his lips together. Just when he was about to speak, a sweet and soft voice was heard from behind him.
"Credence, are you here to see me? I've just seen the doctor. He said I need to take good care of my health for a few months. After you divorce Dorothy, we will soon have our own baby."
Upon hearing this, Dorothy's sadness and anger were replaced with shock. Her gaze fell on the beautiful woman who was slowly walking toward Credence.
The woman was Rosalie Fisher!
Dorothy was able to recognize her at a glance.
Twenty-six years ago, Dorothy's father, Caleb Fisher, and her mother, Linda Arnold, failed to conceive even after marrying for a long time. Having no choice, they had adopted Dorothy from an orphanage.
When Dorothy was four years old, Linda was miraculously pregnant. She then gave birth to a daughter, Rosalie...
Ever since Rosalie was born, Caleb and Linda had been paying less attention to Dorothy. What's worse, on Dorothy's and Credence's wedding day, Rosalie was the one who was standing next to Credence all day, wearing a sweet smile on her face.
Dorothy felt as if her heart had sunk into a bottomless pit.
She stared at her sister who was in name only. The first thought that came to her mind was, Credence was going to abandon her once Rosalie was ready to conceive his child.
At the thought of that, all color drained from her face. The despair she was feeling was beyond words.
Rosalie did not even bother to hide the ridicule on her face. Seeing that, Dorothy could not hold back her anger anymore. She rushed toward Rosalie and yelled at her, "You've crossed the line, Rosalie! Are you that shameless to hook up with your brother-in-law? Even if you don't care about me, have you not considered the reputation of the Fisher and the Scott family?"
Pointing at Rosalie furiously, Dorothy seemed to have gone all out. "Credence, do you think that the woman in your arms is an innocent little bunny that needs your protection? Don't be silly! Do you know why your father had suddenly fallen off the balcony from the third floor and became vegetative? Maybe you should ask Rosalie, she knows best."
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