Entering the ward, Juelz saw Dorothy staying close to Belle. She was leaning her head against the headboard of the bed with her eyes closed tightly, signs of sleepiness apparent on her face.
“Dory, how is Belle doing?”
When he had left the conference room, he saw the message that Dorothy had sent him. Without thinking twice, he had brushed off several important clients and rushed to the hospital in a hurry.
Dorothy had always treated Belle’s life as one more important than her own. If anything befell her, one could only imagine the heavy blow it would strike Dorothy.
However, Juelz did not even dare to imagine how Dorothy would end up like.
He only knew that in this life, he was willing to pay any amount of money, even give up his life, just to put a smile on Dorothy’s face and ensure her safety.
She greeted him, “You’re here.”
Dorothy dazedly opened her eyes and looked at Juelz, whose face was shadowed with worry. It seemed like she had seen a messiah in the flesh, the heavy air pressing onto her disappearing and the scattered lights in her pupils starting to sharpen. She told him, “The doctor said that Belle’s illness has temporarily stabilized, but her body is worsening. We must find a matching bone marrow for her as soon as possible, but…”
She looked at Juelz, such a warm person he was, with her face pale. Her red and swollen eyes were blank and expressionless as she shed silent tears, “But Credence won’t even let me get close to him, so what should I do?”
Sorrow heaped on her heart layer by layer, her slender body grew colder and colder.
Never one to bear seeing her tear-stained face, Juelz threw himself at her and took her trembling body tightly into his arms. An empathetic sorrow eclipsed his eyes.
He lowered his head and comforted her in a gentle manner, “Dory, don’t cry. There has to be another way, there has to.”
Still in agitation, Dorothy leaned into his arms in a daze. She smiled bitterly and said, “Juelz, I regret making that decision! If I had known that Belle would have such a difficult life and go through so much suffering, I would never have chosen to give birth to her.”
“Don’t say that.”
Her body was icy to the touch. Juelz held her shoulder with one hand and rubbed her back with his other, giving her a sense of comfort and support.
He thought of that d*mned b*stard Credence, and a hint of malice flashed through his eyes. “Dory, I’ve thought about it. If he won’t budge, then we can only use brute force.”
Dorothy was stunned, “What do you mean by that?”
“It’s exactly what it sounds like. I still haven’t come up with an actual plot yet, but when the perfect plan is hatched, I will let you know about it.”
Juelz turned around and found out that Dorothy was only wearing one slipper.
Her other slipper had been left alone at the door.
Her foot had stepped on something sharp, and it was bleeding.
Juelz’s heart ached upon noticing her wound. He quickly let go of Dorothy and went out to ask the nurse for some disinfectant and clean gauze.
After a while, he returned to the ward and went to Bella’s bedside. He squatted down and rested Dorothy’s injured right foot on his knee. Then, he poured some medicine on a cotton swab and carefully smeared it on her wounds. After fastidiously applying enough medicine, he finally bandaged the gauze.
“Juelz, this is a private affair between Credence and I. Don’t try to butt in, alright?”
Just as Juelz stood up, Dorothy pulled on his strong arm. She did not want him to go against Credence just because of her.
Dorothy knew better than anyone else how cruel and heartless Credence could be when he was annoyed.
For her precious daughter, death was the least of her worries. However, she could not drag Juelz into the grave with her!
Their relationship went a long way back, so Juelz understood that Dorothy was concerned about him. He stared at her deathly pale face, his dark eyes joyful as he replied, “Dory, are you worried about me? Come on, it’ll be a piece of cake for me! As long as it’s for you, I am not afraid of anything!”
Loving her was such a tough task, a path with many twists and turns. But he had survived it all. How could he still be afraid of death?
Dorothy looked at Juelz, who never failed to kill the mood, not knowing if she should feel helpless or amused due to his antics.
Her face went stiff, and she immediately changed the subject, “The child who pushed Belle is named Sandy. She is Rosalie’s cousin, Hugo’s daughter. I am not intending to let this matter go easily.”
“Juelz, I’ve thought about it. If I use Hugo as an entry point to knock down the Fisher Group and make a fuss until the mess gets out of hand, do you think that I’ll be able to lure Credence out?”
As long as the incident could hook his attention, he would take the initiative to come to her. No matter what reason he would come to her for, he would not be fully prepared. By then, she would find a way for him to undergo the bone marrow compatibility test.
“Dory, that sounds like a great idea. Okay, let’s try it first. If it doesn’t work, we’ll come up with another way.”
In order not to disturb Belle’s rest, the two of them lowered their voices and discussed the details one after another, racking their brains to perfect their plan.
…
Juelz had been in the business industry for five or six years, and with Master Sherman’s support, the issue of him pressuring Hugo immediately spread like wildfire.
The first incident happened when Sandy returned from kindergarten one day by the driver, and she had bawled her eyes out and rushed towards Yvonne, hugging her and whining, “Mommy, I pushed my classmate Belle yesterday, and then her blood kept flowing out and out… I didn’t mean to do that! I just hate her, I hate that my classmates and teachers like her more and hate me.”
“And today, a fierce man came up to my class. He scolded me and said that he wanted to whip me! Mommy, I’m so scared. I don’t want to go to school. I don’t want to study…”
Six years ago, Rosalie had expended painstaking effort into making Hugo marry Yvonne. Soon, Yvonne had resigned from her position in the hospital and had relied on Caleb’s power to live a luxurious life as a rich lady.
Over the years, she had only given birth to one child, and that was Sandy. Her whole family doted on her as she was the apple of their eyes.
At that moment, after listening to Sandy’s loud cries, Yvonne’s heart ached. She tossed away the branded bag in her hand, held Sandy on the sofa, and asked a servant to get a wet towel to wipe her daughter’s face. At the same time, she dialed the kindergarten principal’s phone number and shouted at the top of her voice, “What is the meaning of this? A man went to the school today and said that he is going to whip my daughter. How could you let that happen? It looks like you don’t want the sponsorship fees for this year, do you, now?”
After hearing the principal’s words, Yvonne’s arrogance died down, her facial expression changing. No sooner had she disconnected the phone than she smashed it on the marble floor, fury washing over her.
It turned out that Sandy’s classmate, Belle, was Dorothy Fisher’s daughter.
The fierce man who had scolded her was Juelz.
Moreover, Juelz had promised to provide the kindergarten ten times the funds than she did. He had only one condition, and that was for Sandy to get her a*s out immediately.
Apart from facing Rosalie, Yvonne had never been silenced and subdued like this before. She was so enraged that her face turned livid and she was about to go off her bonkers. Just as she was about to call Hugo, she saw him entering the living room, looking morose. On his plain face, lily-livered helplessness was as clear as day.
“We’re finished. We’re really finished this time! Honey, aren’t you good friends with Rosalie? Why don’t you talk to her and beg for mercy? Ask her to tell Credence to save me from this.”
“Hurry, can’t you move faster? If you keep dragging on like this, I’ll die, I really will!”