My Husband Hates Me ( Book 1 )

Chapter 41 You're wrong

Upon hearing the news, Rosalie's heart contracted with fear.

Her biggest wish was to see Dorothy die, so that she could replace her as Mrs. Scott. But now that Dorothy was on the verge of death on the operating table, Credence's behavior was different from what she had expected. From his reaction, it seemed that he was going to put the blame on her....

She could not let it happen.

She could not just sit by and await her doom.

At this thought, a malicious look immediately flashed across Rosalie's eyes. She instructed the doctor, "Hurry, give me an anesthetic injection right now! And make stitches on my abdomen. Tell him that the operation was successful. Because of the anesthetic, I am not awake yet."

After that, Rosalie lay back on the hospital bed and closed her eyes nervously.

Any small detail that could arouse Credence's suspicions had to be handled thoughtfully.

"Yes, Miss Rosalie."

The doctor was bribed by the Fisher family. However, at the thought of facing Credence, who was feared by everyone in Talco City, he couldn't help but tremble. Hence, he immediately followed Rosalie's instruction as he couldn't afford to waste any more time.

Credence finally arrived at Rosalie's room. Just as he was about to open the door, his mobile phone rang.

He pulled his phone out from his pants pocket and pressed the answer button. From the other end of the line came the panicked voice of the chief doctor, "Mr. Scott, Mr. Sherman's condition has suddenly worsened. We must operate on himimmediately. Do you think..."

"I'll leave it to you. As long as he is not dead, it's fine."

The chief doctor was dumbfounded upon hearing Credence's indifferent reaction.

For a long time, he remained silent.

Juelz would not die, but it was certain that he would suffer a lot.

The doctor couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for Juelz.

Meanwhile, after hanging up the phone, Credence closed his eyes and reached for the door handle. He then entered the monitoring room, wearing a fierce look on his face.

The loud bang of the door startled Rosalie. Her body trembled. Under her eyelids, she blinked uneasily. She was cursing inwardly at the doctor for acting slow. He had yet to inject her with an anesthetic.

The doctor freaked out that his face turned pale. Standing next to the bed, he turned to look at Credence, who was walking slowly toward him with a livid expression.

Suppressing his rage, Credence stared at Rosalie, who was lying motionlessly on the bed. He asked the doctor coldly, "How long until she wakes up?"

The doctor's legs went weak. He answered nervously, "Miss Rosalie just had kidney transplantation. The effect of the anesthetic has not passed yet. It would probably take about... half an hour."

Half an hour?

It was too long.

Credence furrowed his brows. He ordered in an oppressive manner, "Find a way to wake her up, the sooner the better!"

Up till now, Credence still could not figure out why his heart suddenly ached and his mind went blank when he saw Dorothy dying on the operating table.

He lowered his gaze at the back of his right hand. Blood was still oozing out of the wound. All of a sudden, he slammed his fist hard against the wall, which caused the door of the monitoring room to rattle.

He had thought that he would be happy to see the woman he loved completely recover.

Also, he had thought that he would be relieved to see the woman he despised die. However, that was not the case.

A wave of panic and anxiety swept through Credence. He could feel a bone-chilling cold, as if it was about to devour him completely.

Facing Credence who was shrouded in a dark aura, the doctor was petrified. He stuttered, "Mr. Scott, I-I'm sorry. For now, there is no better way to wake Miss Rosalie up."

"If there's no way, then think of a way!"

Credence suddenly roared furiously. His blood-shot eyes were cold as he clenched his knuckles so hard that they creaked. Because of the strength he exerted, blood started gushing out of the wound on the back of his hand again.

"Yes, yes, yes. I'll think of a way to wake her up right away."

The doctor dared not disobey Credence's order. A thought suddenly struck him. "Mr. Scott, can you... can you please wait outside? It won't take long. I'll be done in three minutes."
With Credence's presence, he did not have the chance to come up with a strategy with Rosalie.

"Fine, I'll give you only three minutes."

Credence laughed coldly. Then, he turned around and left the room.

He tried hard to suppress his inner frustration. After taking out a cigarette from his pocket, he lit it and took a deep drag. His actions were quick and fierce, as if he didn't need to catch his breath.

Jonathan heard the news and rushed over. At the same time, Credence was staring blankly at the empty floor. Wearing a dark expression, he smoked his cigarette at a very fast pace. In the blink of an eye, he had finished one cigarette. He then lit another one and continued smoking.

"Smoking is not good for your health. Slow down."

As Jonathan spoke, he reached for Credence's cigarette and threw it into the trash can behind him. He also noticed that Credence's right hand was stained with blood, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging. He let out a sigh, "Why are you doing this? When Dorothy was alive, no matter how much she cared about you or tried to please you, you always turned a blind eye to her. Now that she had died unexpectedly, she wouldn't know you even if you behave like this."

As he nagged, he took some gauze, tweezers and other tools from the medical supplies cart that a nurse was pushing past them.

Recognizing Jonathan as the head of the hospital next door, the nurse did not stop him.

Ignoring the nurse, Jonathan used the tweezers to reachinto Credence's wound and quickly cleaned up his wound. He felt pain just by looking at it.

However, Credence seemed to have lost his sense of pain overnight. No matter how hard Jonathan tied the gauze around the back of his bloody hand, he did not bat an eyelid.

He heard Jonathan's words clearly, but he did not know how to answer or what to say.

Jonathan was right.

When Dorothy was alive, he treated her with cold violence every single day. He had been giving her the cold shoulder and thought that she was not qualified to be his wife at all. To him, she was no different from the servants in his villa.

The only difference was that when he was drunk and lustful, only her body could satisfy his desire, giving him the ultimate pleasure.

To him, she was just a tool to satisfy him in bed. He did not have many feelings for her, did he?

At this moment, the dim light in the corridor shone on Credence's back.

Credence suddenly let out a cold laugh. "You are wrong, Jonathan. Dorothy is still my nominal wife. Even if I don't love her, it's not up to another person to worry about her, let alone bully her!"

Obviously, the one who was worrying about Dorothy was Juelz.

But did he mean Rosalie was the one who bullied her?

After figuring it out, Jonathan stared at Credence in disbelief. "What do you mean? Rosalie is the woman that you like. Are you planning to take action against her? Are youreally willing to do that?"

At this time, Credence's mobile phone rang loudly...

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