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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.

After a few seconds of silence, he approached Troy slowly. “Mr. Marshall, would you like to change to

another ward? I can have this place cleaned up for you.”

After a long while, Troy, with his eyes closed, spoke in a hoarse voice as if there was sandpaper in his

throat, “All right.”

Seeing that Troy didn’t bring up the idea of leaving the hospital anymore, Lane felt relieved.

He was truly worried that if Troy insisted on leaving in his current condition, his body wouldn’t hold up.

He really felt for Troy.

While assisting Troy in dealing with the aftermath of the car accident, he checked the

surveillance footage.

If it weren’t for Imogen, Troy wouldn’t have sustained such serious injuries only to find out about that

kind of news.

Fate could be quite cruel.

Lane went out for a while, and when he returned a few minutes later, he said to Troy, “Mr. Marshall, you

can go to the neighboring ward for now. Someone will come to clean up here shortly.”

“Sure.”

Troy slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze was dull and lifeless, calm and still as water in a bottomless pit, while his eyes were

bloodshot.

Due to not having slept all night, the folds of his eyelids were even more pronounced. His brows were

twisted into a deep frown as he exuded a fierce aura that was filled with resentment.

He stood up, stepped over the debris on the ground, and walked straight 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. Marshall, is there anything you need me to do?”

He believed that after learning this news, Troy would make a move.

Troy 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 index finger, revealing the stainless steel watch on his

wrist.

He slowly picked up the glass of water and 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 detailed as

possible.”

After sitting still in the ward smoking for the entire night, he finally managed to calm down and comb

through everything, pin–pointing several inconsistencies in it.

First of all was something he had been suspicious of from the beginning. It was obviously Imogen’s first

pregnancy due to how clueless and inexperienced she seemed. If she had really

given birth before, she should have had some experience.

Secondly, if Imogen had really given birth before, her child should be somewhere.

“Did she completely disregard the child’s existence, or did she have some connection with him?” He

wondered.

Troy was certain that during the three years of their marriage, Imogen hadn’t returned to the city where

she studied.

Lastly, after calming down, he realized that the child probably had nothing to do with Liam.

Back then, they hadn’t even recognized each other.

And considering Imogen’s concern for the child and her fondness for Liam, if they had a child together,

she would definitely be with him.

Even if Liam abandoned her in the end, she wouldn’t abandon the child to marry him.

Troy hadn’t forgotten that Imogen had thought about divorcing him and raising the child on her

own.

So, all that was left was the question of who the child’s father was.

That was what Troy wanted to know the most.

In any case, everything was way too suspicious, and Troy couldn’t just let it go.

He had to uncover the truth of the matter before he could lay his worries to rest.

“Understood,” Lane answered.

“Please do it as soon as possible!” Troy urged in a stern tone.

“I will.”

After a short rest at the hotel, Imogen and her companions, guided by Charlie, began their journey in

Oslo.

They had arrived just after a snowfall, leaving a thick layer of snow on the ground. However, that didn’t

dampen their enthusiasm for exploring the city.

Their first destination was Karl Johans Gate.

It was said to be the busiest shopping street in Oslo.