Dorothy was taken aback.

The man's joyful laughter filled her head. His cold breath lingered in her nose, she had no place to escape.

His laughter made her feel as though everything she had done was simply a joke. She felt angry and hurt.

They hadn't found a suitable bone marrow donor for Belle yet, and time was running out. She was so worried that her hair was about to turn white, yet he still had the gall to laugh?

She felt as though her body was going to burst into flames. Dorothy was furious, she repeatedly twisted her body about, trying to break free from him, "Credence, let me...