Chapter 2 I'll Believe You If You Get Rid of The Child

The man in front of Dorothy was someone she had been deeply in love with for ten years. She understood him more than anyone else.

She would definitely not be so narcissistic as to believe that he had appeared in the hospital because he cared about her.

However, at the thought of the child in her belly, Dorothy was filled with courage. She quickened her pace and grabbed him by his arm, asking expectantly, "Credence, do you know it already?"

Did he know that she was pregnant?

"You mean do I know that you are pregnant with another man's child?"

Credence's voice did not carry any warmth.

Then, his palm clamped onto Dorothy's thin arm like a pair of pincers.

Dorothy was caught off guard. She felt a dull pain radiating from the spot where her arm was grasped. The pain made her face turn as pale as a sheet. She let out a gasp.

But the physical pain could not be compared to the pain she was feeling from Credence's brutal words.

She staggered and struggled to stand firm. She clenched her fists on both sides of her body. There was a stubborn look on her face as she said in despair, "Credence, we have been married for four years. Even if you do not love me and treat me with emotional abuse, I have endured all of it. I can only blame myself for falling in love with you."

"But how could you make those comments about our child? Tell me again... What do you mean?"

Credence's thin lips curled into a mocking smile. He threw the paternity test report in his hands at Dorothy's face, his eyes were filled with bitter iciness. "The proof is right there! Stop acting innocent. Dorothy Fisher, you really deserve to die!"

Dorothy's forehead was cut by the thin paper, leaving a striking red blood mark. It seemed that Credence really hated her to the core. 

She ignored the wound on her face. She picked up the paternity test report with trembling hands. When she saw the conclusion of the report, she was dumbstruck.

The report showed that Credence was not the child's father.

It was absurd!

How was that possible?

Besides Credence, she had not had sex with any other men. How could the child not be his?

Dorothy stared at the conclusion of the report in astonishment. Before she could recover from the shock, Credence uttered cruelly, "Pack your things. We must get a divorce."

The word 'divorce' pierced Dorothy's heart right to its core. There was a painful crushing sensation in the center of her chest.

"Don't you believe me?" she questioned.

She was trying to convince herself that Credence was just joking. However, the lack of emotion in his eyes and the cold expression on his face repeatedly reminded her that he was serious. He was desperate to draw a clear line between them. There was no doubt that he was going to divorce her, and he did not wish to delay it any longer.

"Credence, you have promised Dad. You promised him that you would take care of me for the rest of my life and that I would always be Mrs. Scott! Can... can we not get a divorce?"

Her shoulders trembled and her voice was choked with emotion that it was almost inaudible. "I understand that you hate me. But do you also hate the child in my belly? Believe me, the child is yours..."

Her voice was full of despair and hopelessness.

Credence looked as if he had just heard the most ridiculous joke ever. He let out a cold laugh and looked at Dorothy indifferently. "I'll believe you if you get rid of the child!"

"No way! I must keep the child. Also, I don't want to get a divorce. This report must be wrong! Credence, this child... this child is really yours. Please, trust me."

At that moment, there was no warmth on Credence's handsome face. He lit up a cigarette between his fingers. Surrounded by the smoke, he stared at her coldly, his face full of ridicule.