Dorothy felt dizzy the whole afternoon.

Even though her mind was hazy, she could still feel Maria worrying about her and taking care of her. She put a towel soaked with cold water on Dorothy's forehead to lower her body temperature.

Dorothy also vaguely heard Maria giving Credence a call. However, the man was indifferent. He did not even call back or arrange for someone to send her to the hospital.

It was as if she was not his wife, but rather a stranger he hated.

"Credence, I hate you!" 

Hazily, a crystal-clear and scalding drop of tear flowed out of Dorothy's eyes and then quickly disappeared into her long...