Ch. 1841..1850

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1841-"Fine. Let's talk then." Ryan's eyes were dark and devoid of any warmth as he casually spoke. "Dean, bring it out."

"Yes, Mr. Hoffman."

Dean retrieved the share transfer agreement from his briefcase and squatted down to present it to Liam. "Mr. Hoffman, please sign and stamp here."

Liam stared at the document with red eyes, unable to hide his frustration any longer. He pounded the ground and yelled, "Ryan… You're taking advantage of my misfortune! This is daylight robbery!" "I am indeed robbing you. So what?"

Ryan smirked, his narrow phoenix-like eyes devoid of any amusement, creating a chilling sense of detachment. "Compared to what you did to my wife, this is

not even a fraction of repayment. But I'll try harder. After all, the young always overthrow the old."

Liam's face contorted with rage, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

How could he possibly sign this agreement?

If Liam signed it, the Hoffman Group would completely oust him. He would not have a chance to make a comeback. This was worse than death to him!

"Ryan… You're not just a gangster's heir now. You're the CEO of the Hoffman Group! You're breaking the law, and you don't deserve to be the CEO…" A flash of cold light cut his words short.

Suddenly, Ryan snatched a machete from Yasmin's hand, swiftly raising it and bringing it down, cleanly severing Liam's right arm.

"Arghh!" Liam let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Yasmin, Dean, and Ryan's men looked on calmly.

At this moment, the Ryan they knew-who spoke little but meant what he saidwas back.

His relationship with Carrie had transformed him into a man of emotion and duty, but Liam singlehandedly and successfully turned Ryan back into a demon.

Ryan used the severed limb to press Liam's thumbprint onto the document as Liam lay in his blood on the ground. He then disdainfully tossed the severed arm aside.

"Thumbprint, done. I'll forge your signature. Thank you for your generosity, Uncle Liam. From now on, I'm the second-largest shareholder of the Hoffman Group, just below Logan. You can keep your other hand to wipe your ass."

With that, Ryan returned to his car gracefully and elegantly. Yasmin and his underlings swiftly withdrew, like they were never there.

They left Liam behind in agony and barely alive. He lay there clutching his severed arm tightly.

"Ryan… You'd better watch out! The suffering I've endured today… I'll return it to you in a hundredfold, a thousandfold!"

Afterward, someone took Liam away from the Pivotage parking lot, leaving it in complete disarray.

Soon, two people carrying mops and buckets arrived and swiftly cleaned up the crime scene as if nothing had ever happened.

In the surveillance room, Yvonne watched the edited footage from the surveillance cameras, her fingertips stiff and trembling.

In this version, Ryan had never been there.

Suddenly, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

Yvonne hurriedly closed her computer, walked over, and opened the door.

"Ms. Smith, we've cleaned the scene as you instructed." Standing outside was a handsome bodyguard, showing her utmost respect.

After glancing around cautiously, Yasmin quickly pulled him into the room and locked the door.

"Thanks. You've worked hard. I know this carries great risk. But rest assured.

I'll take the blame. You'll come out of this unscathed." something goes wool new The bodyguard furrowed his brows tightly. "Don't say that! If it weren't for you two years ago, Mr. Ayerson m would've beaten me to death long ago. I owe you a debt of gratitude that can never repay. I'll doo anything for you!"

Yvonne was deeply moved, yet she only smiled gently. "Then I must thank you, too. True loyalty is hard to come by in Pivotage."

The bodyguard blushed, concern etched on his face. "But Ms. Smith, why are you risking so much to help Ryan Hoffman? Is it even worth it?"

"Is it worth it… I'm not sure about that either. I'm just following my guts,"

Yvonne's eyes clouded with uncertainty.

The bodyguard asked cautiously, "Do you have feelings for Mr. Hoffman?"

"Haha, where did you get that idea?"

Yvonne chuckled lightly, her cheeks blushing slightly. She casually glanced at the neatly hung black windbreaker on the coat rack "Maybe in the darkness it's because I've lived in for too long. The longer you're kept from the light, the more you yearn for it."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1842-On the way back, Dean drove, while Yasmin sat in the passenger seat. Ryan was sitting in the back.

"Mr. Hoffman, we must be on guard from now on."

Yasmin spoke cautiously, "Christopher is the owner of Pivotage. With the commotion we caused tonight, he'll definitely hear about it. I'm worried he might use tonight's incident to come after you." "It doesn't matter. He's nothing but a pale, beardless coward."

Ryan's voice remained sharp and arrogant, but it was hoarse, burning with intensity. "I got what I wanted. Liam had someone injure your leg, so I cut off his arm. We're even now. As for the rest, who cares?" "Thank you for avenging me,

Mr. Hoffman." Tears filled Yasmin's eyes, and her voice choked with emotion.

"But I hope this is the last time you're doing something like this. From now on, I can avenge myself. I don't want you getting into any more trouble because of me."

Ryan pressed his pale lips into a thin line, remaining silent.

"Mr. Hoffman, are you heading home now?" Dean asked, glancing at the resting Ryan through the rearview mirror.

"Home… Pfft, do I even have a home now?"

Ryan coughed heavily, as if swallowing the bitterest gall in the world, making it almost unbearable to speak. "From the moment Carrie left me, I have had no home. I dare not even return to Willow Creek Villa anymore."

These days, he had nowhere to go and had been staying in the presidential suite of a hotel.

With his wealth, buying ten more villas would not be a problem. However, he dared not live alone in those empty houses.

Every place resembling his home would stir up a deep-seated longing for Carrie.

Every corner reminded him of the happy times they once shared.

The longing was more agonizing than physical torture. He could barely endure it any longer.

"Yasmin, give me a cigarette," Ryan said with his hoarse and broken voice.

Yasmin tried to suppress her heartache and earnestly advised, "No, Mr.

Hoffman. You've been smoking too much these days. The doctor said smoking and drinking are harmful for your health. You bear a heavy responsibility, so you mustn't collapse. Please don't harm your body anymore!"

Before Yasmin could finish speaking, Dean suddenly slammed on the brakes, jolting the car.

"What's going on?" Ryan's phoenix-like eyes widened slightly.

Dean's forehead beaded with sweat as he frantically honked the horn. "M-Mr.

Hoffman, we're in a standoff with another car ahead. They're refusing to give way."

Yasmin noticed that although the car was not as luxurious as Ryan's, it had a distinctive black-and-white license plate.

In Savrow, only privileged individuals or high-ranking government officials drove such vehicles.

Yasmin reluctantly said to Dean, "Let's reverse and make way for them."

"Just drive forward," Ryan ordered coolly.

Yasmin hesitated. "But Mr. Hoffman, that car…"

"He was driving the wrong way. He should've made way for us. If he doesn't understand the rules, why show him any courtesy? Crash into him."

Dean did not dare to disobey Ryan's orders. He shifted gears and stepped on the gas pedal.

With a resounding crash, the hood of the opposing car flew up.

The other driver stormed over, ready to argue with them. Dean was equally prepared to teach him a lesson. "Are you blind? Did you not see the license plate before daring to bump into us? You've got some nerve!"

The driver barked, emboldened by his backer. "Can you take responsibility if the person inside gets hurt?"

In the glare of the headlights, Yasmin saw the man sitting in the back seat. Upon realization, she was stunned. "Mr. Hoffman, that's Mayor Solloway's son, Jason Solloway!"

Ryan's long, narrow eyes widened. His gaze was like sharp arrows piercing through the car with a bone-piercing chill. He opened the door and got out, with Yasmin quickly following behind him.

Across the car, Jason also recognized Ryan. Accompanied by his bodyguards, Jason leisurely stepped out of his car.

The two men faced off, one with eyes as cold as a brewing storm and the other with a mocking smile.

Compared to the feigned politeness at the recent Iverson family banquet, this was pure disdain and ridicule.

Jason said, "Mr. Hoffman, you might need to replace your driver. His driving skills are horrible."

Yasmin clenched her fists in anger.

Despite being the son of the mayor, Jason acted with the arrogance of a petty man.

"Are you blind? Can't you see the lines on the road?" Ryan did not bother with subtlety, immediately snapping back at Jason. Upon hearing Ryan's words, Jason frowned.

"Even a good dog knows not to block the way. The people you keep are worse than dogs." Ryan's smile ovel.ne was cold and dangerous, like a handsome devil in the night.

"Perhaps your dogs are just reflecting what kind of person you afe."

"You…!"

Jason was furious. He wanted to punch Ryan, but he feared he would not win the fight.

Taking a deep breath, Jason suddenly curled his lips into a sinister smile that seemed out of place with e his status. "Hehe … Mr. Hoffman, I won't take your anger to heart. After all, a gentleman doesn't hold grudges against petty people."

"Who are you calling petty?" Yasmin stepped forward, eyes glaring at Jason.

The Solloways' bodyguards immediately moved to protect their boss.

Jason continued smiling, "I won't get mad at you. But as a fellow man, h C understand that a breakup can be quite painful, especially when you watch the woman you love have to marry someone else. That feeling must be worse than being skinned alive, huh?"

Ryan felt his heart sink, and he gritted his teeth. "Who is getting married?"

'Haha … Did you not hear about it yet, Mr. Hoffman? Since we've ruminto each other today, I'll save you the trouble of receiving an invitation."

Jason stepped closer, leaning into Ryan's ear. His lips curled into a chilling smile as he said, "I'm getting engaged to Carrie Salvador. She'll be mine soon."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1843-"What did you just say… Say that again!" Ryan's breathing became erratic, his bloodshot eyes blazing with a fire capable of scorching heaven and earth.

The man was enraged at this moment, teetering on the brink of collapse. It was a sight that brought immense satisfaction to Jason.

Hence, Jason lifted his chin triumphantly and laughed wildly. "Mr. Hoffman, I should thank you the most for my outcome with Carrie today. If your family had not mistreated Carrie, tortured her to the brink, and resorted to such despicable acts as provoking the sick, wouldn't you and Carrie have gotten married long ago? Could I have had this wonderful fate?"

Earlier, Jason had whispered the news to Ryan. Therefore, Yasmin and Dean had not heard Jason's words.

But now, the two of them felt like lightning had struck them. An overwhelming wave of pain swept through their bodies.

"You're lying!"

Thud!

Ryan grabbed Jason by the collar, almost lifting the latter off the ground. Then, he slammed Jason against the car door.

The entire motion was as fast as lightning, catching even the Solloways' bodyguards off guard.

When the bodyguards attempted to intervene, Yasmin and Dean blocked them from getting close to Ryan.

Jason groaned in pain. He felt as if his spine was about to snap into several pieces. He had grown up pampered and privileged, never having suffered like this.

His voice trembled in fear. "You… What good does it do to get mad at me?! You lost Carrie all by yourself. You couldn't protect your woman, and now you're just venting at me!” Ryan's face turned deathly pale. His throat filled with a taste of blood.

"Even if I wasn't in the picture, the Salvadors would never allow their daughter to marry into the Hoffman family! Do you think it was my family forcing Carrie into the marriage? She agreed to marry me because she's completely disappointed in you!"

"Shut up!" Ryan screamed hysterically, his fists clenching tightly. He swung his fist toward Jason's face, scaring Jason so much that he shut his eyes.

"Mr. Hoffman!"

Yasmin intervened just in time, her calloused palm enveloping his iron-like fist.

"Please… I beg you!"

But Ryan's molars remained tightly clenched. He could not bring himself to suppress the intense fury in his eyes.

"Haha… Go ahead. Hit me! Why aren't you hitting me now?"

Jason understood their reservations, so he tried to provoke them again. "It's because you don't have the guts to do so The Hoffmans have already offended the Salvadors. If you dare to touch me, I'll make sure your family will never land another project in Savrow again! #make your family fall as quickly as it rose!"

In the chilly hours of the morning, Carrie had not yet slept.

Dressed in comfortable, fuzzy loungewear, she was fully engrossed in her drawing in front of the easel.

The delicate, soft sound of a pencil gliding across paper filled the quiet room.

Even with just simple line structures, the person emerging on the paper was instantly recognizable.

It was the man she missed, the one she buried in her heart. Her longing for him tormented her.

Carrie paused. Her trembling fingertips lightly brushed the bright, smiling eyes of the man in the drawing. An overwhelming wave of beautiful memories surged forward.

Her heart ached, and she hastily closed her eyes. Gradually everything would get better …

She would eventually get used to a life without Ryan, and Ryan would gradually forget about her. He could move on with someone more

outstanding and better suited for him.

Just then, someone knocked on the door. It was a soft knock, as if the person Knocking was also hesitant.

"Ms. Carrie, are you asleep?"

"Not yet. Come in." Carrie turned the portrait over.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1844-The person who entered was a young maid. She had previously been Linny's best friend at Tideview Manor. Now that Carrie was back home, she had volunteered to come along and take care of Carrie.

"Why aren't you resting at this hour?" Carrie asked gently.

"Ms. Carrie…"

The maid's eyes flickered. After a moment of hesitation, she said, "Mr. Hoffman has been standing outside the gates of Tideview Manor for over two hours now.

I heard the housekeepers talking… That's how I found out about it."

Carrie's crystal-clear eyes trembled. She felt as though someone had stabbed her in the heart and twisted the knife cruelly, "The housekeepers didn't dare to make it known. They were afraid that it would disturb Chairman Salvador. Even if Chairman Salvador is asleep, if his secretary, Duncan, hears about this, things could get very complicated." The maid spoke, her face full of concern.

Carrie turned back, took her phone from the table, and turned it on.

The phone buzzed frantically as call notifications flooded the screen. They were all from Ryan.

There was only one message.

[Honey, I miss you.] Tears fell one by one onto the deeply affectionate words on the screen, but they seared fresh wounds into her heart.

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Even if she had not gotten used to it, she believed she had regained her composure.

But at this moment, the carefully constructed defenses around her heart crumbled effortlessly with just one sentence from him.

"Ms. Carrie… Why don't you go see him secretly?" The maid urged, and her heart ached for Carrie. "You'll regret it if you don't."

"But even if I go… Nothing is going to change."

"If you truly cherish your relationship with Mr. Hoffman, you should go see him.

Not for anything else, but because it's simply too cruel to end things without clarity." The maid advised earnestly, "Even if it's to say goodbye, you should do it gracefully and give him a proper closure. Isn't that what a girl from the Salvador family would do?"

Ryan's tall, handsome figure stood steadfast in the biting wind, his eyes fixed unblinkingly in the direction of the villa.

He coughed intermittently, and a dull pain throbbed in his stomach. But he did not care about it. It was as if his soul had completely detached from his body.

"Mr. Hoffman, please take your medicine." Yasmin approached with his pills and a thermos cup.

Ryan's long lashes lowered as he stared at the pills in his palm, slowly curling his fingers.

When he opened his hand again, he had already crushed the pills into powder, which the wind quickly carried away.

"Life is so meaningless," Ryan muttered with a weak, bitter smile.

"Mr. Hoffman! Please stop this!"

Both angry and heartbroken, Yasmin spoke with a voice hoarse from worry, "Your life isn't just about your relationship! You have deep bonds with Mr. Salvador, too. Besides, you need to inherit the family business your father worked so hard to build!

Your mother would be devastated to see you torturing yourself like this for love. You keep saying you love Ms.

Carrie and don't want her to suffer, but isn't her greatest pain … "

Yasmin trailed off, hastily biting her lip.

"You're trying to say that I was the reason for her greatest pain and her suffering, right?"Ryan smiled bitterly, Well, you're right. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have suffered so much.

"Mr. Hoffman! Look!" Dean's voice rang out excitedly.

Ryan lifted his melancholy eyes, feeling his chest tightened.

In the dark of night, a shuttle was making its way toward the villa's gate.

In the back seat, Ryan saw Carrie.

She was sitting quietly likea little white rabbit.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1845-Carrie came to see Ryan alone.

She was still wearing the white plush loungewear she often wore at the Willow Creek Villa. Her cute and playful appearance made the corners of Ryan's pale lips curl upward uncontrollably.

As he smiled, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

When their eyes met, an endless tide of emotions surged and swelled in their pounding hearts.

The man before her, her beloved Ryan, had become so thin that she almost did not recognize him. She fought to suppress her heartache. Her lips were tightly pressed together, and she dared not utter a word. She was afraid that she would start crying if she spoke.

If she cried, all her resolve would crumble.

Ryan's steps were heavy as he walked up to his beloved, his eyes red-rimmed as he pulled her into a tight embrace.

Tears streamed down Carrie's face instantly. However, she could only cry silently, not daring to make a sound or respond to his embrace.

But still, her erratic breathing and uncontrollable heartbeat betrayed her emotions completely.

There were three things a person could not hide-a cough, poverty, and love.

Ryan had held back many words along the way.

He wanted to ask her why she was marrying Jason Solloway.

But in the end, he could not help but say, "Why are you wearing so little? What if you catch a cold?"

Carrie rested her forehead against his chest and gently shook her head.

Yasmin and Dean turned their eyes away, unable to bear the sight. Their hearts ached for the star-crossed lovers.

After a while, Ryan's cold lips brushed against Carrie's reddened ear, murmuring a plea, "Carrie… Please don't marry someone else… Please just come home with me."

The person in his arms remained silent. Only her warm tears soaked his heaving chest.

After a moment, Carrie bit down hard. She pushed him away with all her strength.

"Ryan, please take good care of yourself and stay healthy… Don't come looking for me anymore." Ryan.

It had been long since he heard her calling his name.

Yet, it now felt distant. It was devoid of the deep affection and sweetness it once held.

As Carrie turned to leave, all of Ryan's restraint crumbled. He grabbed her arm, his fingers clenching so tightly that they seemed about to crush her delicate bones.

"Carrie, how can you do this to me? How can you be so cruel to me… Why don't you just kill me instead?!"

"Mr. Hoffman! Please calm down!" Yasmin and Dean were alarmed, fearing Ryan might unintentionally hurt Carrie.

Ryan's eyes brimmed with shattered tears. "Didn't you say you loved me? Didn't you say you'd only be mine?! How could you go back on your word… How could you?!"

His desperate and hysterical plea even carried a hint of savage bitterness.

"A marriage without the blessing of one's family will never be a happy one."

Carrie endured the pain as she spoke the words that deceived both Ryan and herself.

"I'm very weak and timid. I'm also afraid that those around me will get hurt or put in difficult situations because of me. I'm just an ordinary person, unable to handle great obstacles. I just want a simple life.

Even if I have to live without love, as long as it's a peaceful life, it's enough for me. Ryan, it hurts at first, but it'll get better over time. I've come to terms with it, and you will too, eventually."

Yasmin was stunned.

She finally understood what it meant to say the harshest things in the gentlest tone.

However, after dealing with Liam tonight, Yasmin also hesitated.

As long as Liam was alive, he would surely seek revenge.

If Ryan and Carrie reconciled, Carrie would immediately become Liam's target.

Who knew what cruel tricks he would use against this poor girl?

In truth, the best course of action was for Ryan and Carrie to maintain some distance. Once they eliminated all the threats/ Ryan could then marry Carrie.

But who would have predicted the sudden interference from the m C Solloways? What if it took too long, Carrie ended up marrying Jason Solloway for real?

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1846-Ryan's face turned pale as cold sweat soaked through his suit upon hearing those words.

Was it possible to forget those unforgettable memories just because she said so?!

BeepA piercing horn sounded.

Carrie's heart skipped a beat. She quickly turned around, only to see bright headlights illuminating her stunned face.

Paul was the first to get out of the car and respectfully opened the door for Gregory, who was dressed in casual home clothes.

It was clear that his sleep had been disrupted.

"Carrie, what did you promise me?"

Standing in the cold light, Gregory said in a somber voice, "Didn't you say you would never see anyone from the Hoffman family again? Why do you always make me worry? Your brother angers me, and now you're disobedient too? Has your brother led you astray?"

The word "brother" felt like a noose tightening around Carrie's neck.

Gregory's words from that night still echoed in her ears.

"Dad, please don't blame Justin! He has worked so hard and has gone through so much. He's sacrificed a lot for his work. Please, don't blame him."

"I don't like disobedient people. Justin is a prime example. In the past, I needed his help to manage the Salvador Corporation, so I tolerated him. That's why he became so disrespectful and arrogant!"

He continued, "But now, your eldest brother's health is improving. Once his condition stabilizes, he'll be able to return to Savrow. At that time, I can have him replace Justin in running the company. If I get rid of that troublemaker, I might get to live a few more years in peace!"

"Dad… Please don't replace Justin! I beg you, please don't replace him!"

"If you comply with my arrangements and marry into the Solloway family, I will consider keeping his position."

"Carrie, come to me," Gregory said as he stretched out his hand to his daughter, his face expressionless.

Carrie looked down as she made her way to her father, her steps slow and heavy.

"Carrie! Come back!" Ryan's eyes were bloodshot as he shouted at her retreating figure, but she did not turn back. "Mr. Hoffman, don't you find it degrading to show up at our doorstep in the middle of the night with such a pitiful act?"

Gregory wrapped his daughter in his arms, his gaze, cold and disdainful. "Carrie is already someone else's fiancée.

That brief, shameful affair you had is completely over. If you truly care about Carrie, you should stay away from her. The Hoffman family has already ruined her once. If you keep pestering her, do you want her to never live in peace?"

Ryan's body trembled, and he staggered back a half step.

He watched in despair as they all departed in a grand procession, feeling as if an army was trampling all over his heart. An overwhelming sense of powerlessness rushed through him. He had never experienced such a moment, a feeling that he was truly about to lose Carrie forever…

Justin spent the night with Bella at Yara Park.

During their intimate moment together, Bella's mind was preoccupied with the marriage between Carrie and Jason Solloway, preventing her from fully engaging in their intercourse. However, Justin knew her body so well. His gentle kisses, light nibbles, and the electrifying touch of his calloused hands gliding over her pale, delicate skin turned her on.

His powerful body repeatedly lifted and lowered her body, eliciting a renewed sense of arousal, although her thoughts gradually became hazy.

After their passionate encounter, Bella curled up in Justin's arms and drifted off to sleep.

No matter the time, Justin was always full of energy, never running out of stamina in bed. She matched him so well that each time felt like an addictive high.

The following day was a weekend.

In a blink of an eye, it was afternoon.

After getting ready, Bella went downstairs with Justin to the living room, where she immediately noticed Ralph's jacket casually draped over the back of the sofa.

At that moment, the butler passed by and she quickly called out, "Has Ralph returned?"

"Yes, Ms. Thompson. Young Master Ralph has returned and is speaking with Madam Mila in the tea room.

Bella and Justin exchanged a look and strolled hand-in-hand toward the tea room.

As they entered, they overheard Ralph's clear, distinct voice from behind the ornate divider, tinged with bitterness and hesitation. "It

had known it would turn out this way wouldn't have given up back then. If she has to marry someone like that, n I'd rather marry her myself!"

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1847-Bella and Justin exchanged stunned glances.

It sounded like Ralph wanted to marry Carrie.

Mila exclaimed in shock, "Ralph, what are you saying? You want to marry Ms.

Carrie? When did you start having feelings for that girl?! And why are you getting mixed up in Ms. Carrie's relationship with Mr. Hoffman? Don't become a homewrecker. Your thick skin wouldn't be enough to save you from embarrassment! The young masters of the Thompson family shouldn't get involved as the third party in someone else's relationship."

Ralph just stayed quiet.

Meanwhile, Justin and Bella stood there awkwardly in silence.

After a while, Ralph spoke with a tinge of bitterness. "Back then, I chose to give up because I saw that Carrie and Ryan were deeply in love, and Ryan truly cared for Carrie. So, I hoped that Carrie's path to love would be smooth and without trouble. I didn't want to cause her any problems."

'Didn't want to cause her any problems.' Bella lowered her gaze as she sighed to herself.

The truth was, Ralph and Carrie were quite compatible. They were both people who put others first and were understanding of those around them. They had strong empathy, and were very perceptive. Bella had often wondered if Carrie would be happier with Ralph. But when it came to love, dwelling on "what ifs"

was useless.

"But now, Carrie is about to marry someone she doesn't love at all."

Every word Ralph uttered was filled with urgency, brimming with longsuppressed, ardent yearning. "If that's the case… Mom, I want to do what I want for once. I want to go after Carrie. I want to…"

"The news of her engagement to Jason Solloway has already spread. What do you think you're doing by interfering?" Mila sighed, feeling helpless. "Plus, you said they were in love. Even if they've split up for some reason, Ms. Carrie may not have a place for you in her heart. To put it bluntly, Ryan is the love of her life.

Can you honestly commit to being with someone who loves someone else? Can you guarantee you won't end up regretting it or resenting her down the line?

This path is harder than you think."

"Mom, when you married Dad, you knew he had someone he was deeply in love with. Did you ever regret choosing him?" Ralph asked, and his question struck a chord.

Justin immediately felt a tight squeeze on his arm and quickly glanced at Bella's slightly pale but beautiful face.

Mila spoke in a low voice. "My situation was different from yours."

"But we are alike in a way. I will only go for what want. I don't care about anything else." Ralph let out a self-deprecating laugh. "My principle is to make the one I love happy if I can't then I don't need to hold on to any limits."

"You're such a…"

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Mila's face stiffened, and Ralph stood up in surprise. "Bella, you heard…"

Bella smiled. "I heard your conversation earlier. But I wasn't eavesdropping on purpose."

Justin pressed his thin lips together. He thought, 'Not eavesdropping on purpose? This woman's habit of eavesdropping was practically written into her DNA, practically a walking human surveillance device.' Ralph took a deep breath, his eyes shining with sincerity. "Bella, since you heard everything, I have nothing to hide. I want to fight for the chance to make Carrie my wife. Would that be okay with you?"

Mila's brows furrowed with worry.

She said, "Ralph, you're my only son, and you've never been in a relationship. Do you even understand what love is? You spend all your time at the police station, constantly investigating cases.

You've seen more dead women than living ones!"

She continued, "You've only met Ms.

Carrie a few times. Are you sure she's C the one for you? What if you meet someone more suitable, someone better in the future?"

"Dad has plenty of flaws, but didn't you fall in love with him at first sight?"

Far-off in Meridan, Wyatt sneezed repeatedly.

Mila was left completely speechless.

He was definitely her son, so O m stubborn that it drove her up the wall!

"Or… Are you worried about Carrie's sickness?"

Ralph," Bella couldn't help but interrupt. "Aunt Mila would never think that. You shouldn't ask that.

Ralph realized he had misspoken, his gaze turning gloomy. "Mom, I'm sorry."

"I can see it. You really do like that girl."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1848-Tears welled up in Mila's eyes as she smiled with relief. "Otherwise, you would never talk back to me. If you want to pursue the one you love, I won't stop you, but there's one condition. Ms. Carrie must cut all ties with Mr. Hoffman. If they're still in touch, I don't want you involved."

Her tone turned serious. "As long as the girl is good, I don't care about her background or past. The only thing I won't accept is a daughter-in-law snatched from someone else."

Upon hearing this, Justin couldn't help but admire Mila. No wonder she could raise such outstanding children.

"The final choice still lies with Carrie," Ralph said, his eyes shining with determination. "If she chooses me, I will never let her down. If she still wants to be with Ryan, no matter how difficult it is, I will help them overcome any obstacles."

Bella's beautiful eyes flashed with a sudden idea. "Ralph, are you really willing to help?"

"When have I ever gone back on my word?" Ralph's expression was resolute, with his mind made up.

"With Aunt Mila here, I'll speak frankly,” Bella said firmly after a brief pause.

“Ralph, can I use you?"

Her words left Justin and Mila stunned, both exchanging confused glances.

Ralph's gaze deepened. "Bella, what do you want me to do?"

Bella smiled slyly. "I want you to crash the wedding."

The word "crash" seemed to momentarily choke Ralph, who gave a dry, bitter smile. “Bella, my mom just said no to snatching. You still want to pull that off?"

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Bella shook her finger delicately. "No, no… When I say crash the wedding, I mean you, Young Master Ralph Thompson, should disrupt the marriage between the Salvador and Solloway families. Make sure that toad, Jason, doesn't lay his hands on my sister, Carrie."

Justin's eyes darkened, and his warm, large hand gently squeezed Bella's slender waist, making her go soft with pleasure. Although he had pleasured her last night, it was to help her relax and get some sleep. He had not slept at all.

He had thought a lot about Ryan and Carrie and was prepared, but he hadn't expected Bella to come up with such a bold plan.

Among all his brothers-in-law, from the first to the seventh, none could escape being used by Bella. "You mean you want me to compete with Jason for Carrie's affection?" Ralph pondered, his fingers on his chin. "Although it's still considered snatching, I don't mind competing with that Solloway guy. We Thompsons are not afraid of trouble and can handle it."

Justin frowned slightly. "But Bella, Gregory has approved this marriage, and he's very pleased with the Solloway family. Even if we have Ralph to compete, if Gregory doesn't agree to Carrie being with him, it will still be difficult."

“Indeed… Because of you, Bella, the feud between Gregory and our family over the horse racing incident runs deep. That unreasonable old dog would never look favorably upon my precious son." Mila frankly expressed her frustration, even with Justin present.

Ralph was speechless.

Bella stifled a laugh, realizing Aunt Mila had picked up some of Aunt Sasha's bluntness.

Seeing his father being criticized, Justin maintained a calm expression, feeling secretly pleased inside.

"It doesn't matter. It takes two to tango," Bella said confidently with a smile. "As long as the Solloway family is determined to not continue the marriage with Carrie, does Gregory still have the dignity to force his daughter on them? How many times can he accept being disrespected?"

Justin looked at her with a warm and intense gaze. "Bella, you're really smart."

Bella, do you need my help?" Mila said with a light smile, "Since my son is going to crash the wedding, it's only fitting that I step in as the head of the Thompson family to put pressure on the Solloway family so they completely give up."

"Mom…" Ralph choked up, feeling even more guilty for doubting his mother earlier.

Bella felt both helpless and ashamed and said, "Aunt Mila, we're really sorry for troubling you to help us with our issues."

"What are you saying? We're family.

Besides … " A wave of sadness washed over Mila, causing tears to well up in her eyes. "Since Hughm passed away I haven't been able to truly move on. I've neglected and failed to care for Ralph and Camilla. I didn't even know Ralph was in love.

you thank me for doing a little thing, which only makes me feel more ashamed."

Thinking of her late fifth brother, Bella suddenly thought of that portrait that C Carrie drew, She opened her mouth r several times but ultimately remained silent.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1849-After everything was arranged, the young couple set off for Savrow.

On the way, Justin pulled Bella into his arms. His thin lips lightly brushed against her soft and red earlobe before pecking at her plump, rosy lips.

"Bella, thank you. How should I thank you properly, hmm?"

"You're being so formal." Bella wrapped her left arm around his neck while the fingers of her other hand gently traced the bridge of his handsome nose, making his heart flutter. "Then you can cook for me for a month in place of Wilma."

"A month? Are you underestimating me?"

Justin narrowed his starry eyes, filled with adoration. "I'd gladly be your cook for a lifetime, my lady."

Bella shook her head repeatedly. "No, thank you, Mr. Salvador. I appreciate the thought. Cooking occasionally is romantic, but doing it for a lifetime would be too much."

Justin was speechless.

"Actually, I feel quite guilty toward Ralph for doing this," Bella said helplessly, pouting. "But pressuring the Solloway family to give up the engagement is the best solution I can think of. As long as the Solloway family backs off, it will give Ryan more time to sort out his family affairs. That way, he and Carrie will have a chance to be together."

"Bella, I have other ways to deal with the Solloway family."

Bella gently shook her head. "I know you are prepared, but you shouldn't provoke the mayor lightly."

His thin lips tightened. "For Carrie and Ryan, I'm not afraid of offending anyone."

"But right now, you can't afford to offend Gregory. You can't give him any reason to think you're harming or impacting Salvador Corporation's interests. Won't that just give him an excuse to lash out?" Bella straightened up in his arms, gently soothing him. "Don't worry. Aunt Mila is not to be underestimated. She's been managing some of Wyatt's business and assets for years. With her stepping in, she can definitely crush the Solloway family's ambitions."

Justin's thin lips curled into an uncontrollable smile. Just as he was about to kiss her, her phone rang.

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"Ms. Bella, there's news about Bethany," Steven said urgently. "Our men just reported that Bethany went to the hospital for a check-up. She didn't look well."

"Not well? That's good," Bella said in a low voice, her almond eyes flashing with a cold light. "Keep a close eye on her. After she leaves the hospital, we must obtain a sample of her blood no matter what." "Yes, Ms. Bella!"

Far across the sea in Meridan, Bethany had been dealing with a persistent lowgrade fever that wouldn't subside for almost a week, even after taking medicine to bring it down.

At first, she did not bother going to the hospital, as healthcare in Meridan was incredibly expensive, and her tight budget meant she had to be extremely frugal.

She could not afford to run to the doctor for every little thing.

Reflecting on her privileged upbringing as the precious daughter of the Salvador family, even a small prick on her finger would spark a commotion and an outpouring of concern.

Now, her circumstances had dramatically shifted, leaving her profoundly saddened by the stark contrast.

But in the past couple of days, her condition has worsened. She felt weak all over and had developed a persistent cough. Afraid of the consequences, she rushed to the hospital late at night.

After undergoing various tests and examinations, Bethany, wrapped in her dirty sweater, collapsed onto a bench in the corridor and drifted into a hazy sleep.

A nurse shook her awake, calling her to see the doctor for her results.

The doctor hesitated as he looked at the test results, then said softly, "Miss, Im sorry to inform you that the tests indicate you've been infected with HIV."

"H…I…V?" Bethany's face turned pale, staring blankly at the doctor's serious expression.

Though her French was poor, she understood these three letters. She could not believe it and instinctively thought she had misheard.

Thinking she did not understand French, the doctor repeated it in English. "It means AIDS."

This time, he spoke each word clearly and deliberately.

With a loud crash, Bethany fell to the floor with the chair. She trembled uncontrollably, her legs too weak to support her.

No matter how the doctor tried to help her up, she could not stand.

At that moment, her mind went blank. She couldn't hear a word the doctor was saying.

Or maybe she just did not want to hear anything at all…

Bethany stumbled forward in a daze, her mind in turmoil. She kept replaying in her head how she could have contracted HIV.

Finally, she remembered that night in the club's bathroom with that male model.

He did not use any protection and even ejaculated twice, once inside her and once on her chest.

Could it be that he was the one who infected her?

She had been staying home all the time, except for that one reckless night! If not him, then who else could it be?!

"Ahhh!"

In a dark, deserted alley, Bethany furiously tore up the test resultsm curled up ina corner, clutching her head, and let out a hysterical scream.

"Why… Why has it come to this… Why?!"

Bethany had been cast out of the Live Salvador family. She lost her life of luxury, and on top of that, she had hearing loss. Wow, she had this disgusting, filthy disease!

Why even live? She might as well die!

Just as she was drowning in despair, the sound of leather shoescom approached, getting closer until they finally stopped in front of her.

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In a foreign land, hearing her native language made Bethany slowly stop crying.

She lifted her tear-soaked, swollen face.

The man before her was dressed impeccably in a suit but was completely unfamiliar to her.

"How do you know me?"

Bethany suddenly kneeled before him, devoid of dignity, clasping her hands together as she wept and pleaded, "Are you… Are you someone my father sent to help me? Please… Take me back to Savrow. I can't stay in this hellhole for

another day! I'm sick-very sick! If I don't get treatment, I won't survive! How could my father abandon his own daughter to die?!"

The man remained expressionless. "I'm sorry, Ms. Salvador, but I'm not sent by your father."

Bethany slumped back down, her expression a mix of disappointment and despair.

"However, someone does want to see you."

With her mind too muddled to think clearly and consumed by hopelessness, Bethany followed the man to a luxurious car. As the car door opened, the first thing she saw was a pair of expensive silver satin high heels with delicate, pristine ankles.

Bethany glanced down at her own ragged clothes, feeling a wave of shame.

She instinctively shrank back. Those high heels were from a brand she used to love. Now, she could only look on with envy. The man said gently, "Ms.

Salvador, please get in the car."

Summoning her courage, Bethany climbed into the car.

The woman sitting elegantly inside was unexpectedly dressed in a white coat.

Her delicate, smiling features exuded a warm, comforting presence. Bethany felt an instant surge of goodwill toward her. "Hello, Ms. Salvador, it's a pleasure to meet you," the woman said as she extended her hand politely.

As Bethany shook her hand, tears inexplicably welled up in her eyes and started streaming down her cheeks.

She had been bullied by her landlord and her thuggish neighbor, beaten down by the drastic change in her life and the sudden diagnosis of a terminal illness.

After receiving this unexpected kindness, her emotions surged uncontrollably.

The woman quickly handed her a tissue, full of concern.

"Thank you…" Bethany said, wiping her nose. "May I ask who you are? How do you know me?"

The woman smiled slightly. "You can call me Ms. Gold. I'm also from Savrow."

"Gold…?"

Staring at her kind smile, Bethany sniffed. "I used to know someone really annoying with that last name. But you are much prettier and kinder than her."

"Is that so? What a coincidence."

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"When I was Savrow, I knew of you, Ms. Salvador. As the daughter of the Salvador family, you were quite the sensation. I was at the hospital for business today and saw you by chance.

Seeing your current situation made me curious, so I followed you to learn more.

As a fellow Savrow native, I want to help. you and do something for you."

The sincerity in her words made Bethany cry even harder.

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Exhausted from crying, she clutched the tissue tightly and said with gritted teeth, "It's all because of my sister, O. m that idiot, and my brother, Justin!

They all protected that idiot and favored her, ganging up to bully me!

Not only did they make me deaf, but they also caused me to contract AIDS! They're trying to drive me to death!"

The woman's brow furrowed. "AIDS? How did that happen?"

then sighed in indignation. "Oh, they have wronged you so much.

Regardless of everything, theyare your blood relatives. How can they be so heartless and cruel? If I were you.

wouldn't let it go so easily. Even if I had to die, I'd take that sister of yours with me."

Finally finding someone to confide in, Bethany disregarded any semblance of dignity and poured out all her grievances. Her tears and snot were flowing freely.

The woman listened patiently and

The woman's smile turned sinister. "Everything your brother has done is for your sister. Drag her into hell, and you'll have your most satisfying revenge."

Under such incitement, the dying flame of revenge in Bethany's heart blazed fiercely again. Her eyes turned red as she gasped furiously, filled with a burning desire for retribution.