Ch. 1971..1980

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1971-On the day of Yasmin's funeral, the sky unexpectedly cleared up after being gloomy for several days.

In the quiet and solemn cemetery, Ryan stood before Yasmin's tombstone with lowered eyes that were now devoid of any light. He placed a bouquet of chrysanthemums on her grave, while on the side was the broken gemstone.

Soon after, Bella, Justin, Asher, Arnold, Axel, Roza, lan, Amelia, Ralph, Drew, and Dean also stepped forward to offer their flowers and condolences.

The women shed tears quietly, and the men were also engulfed in immense sadness, but they forcefully restrained their emotions as they comforted their partners.

Only Ralph, who was a police officer and was used to seeing death, stood there with reddened eyes, his tears shimmering faintly.

Although he had only met Yasmin a few times, that girl left a deep impression on him each time, especially when they last met in the amusement park.

Back then, he thought Yasmin was cold and aloof, rarely smiling. But during the last interaction, he found out that she was a humorous and fun girl who loved to laugh and talk.

In his mind, Ralph saw Yasmin wearing a pink bunny mascot costume, touching his shoulder, and asking him for pictures.

Suddenly, he could no longer hold back his tears. He lowered his head, his fingertips trembled as he quickly wiped his eyes.

He had not yet sent her those photos. But he no longer had a chance to do so…

"Yasmin, rest in peace." Ryan stared at Yasmin's bright and smiling face in the colorless photo. His battered heart seemed to shatter into pieces and was dispersed silently by the wind blowing through the cemetery.

"I hope I can still meet you in our next life… I'll be the one to protect you then."

Beautiful words were carved on the tombstone, with her full name-Yasmin Hoffman.

Yasmin was an orphan. After being adopted into the Hoffman family, she took the Hoffman family name. The name "Yasmin" was given by Ryan's father.

At that time, there was a field of jasmine flowers in the Hoffman family's garden.

In the distance, the field of flowers looked extremely romantic.

"The girl with you is not only beautiful, but she also has a type of thriving energy, much like the field of jasmines in our yard. Let's call her Yasmin." Jasmine symbolized love, romance, and purity of the soul. Everything seemed destined by fate.

At this moment, steady footsteps approached. The crowd looked up, completely surprised. "Carrie?!"

A few steps away, Carrie sat in a wheelchair, wearing a loose hospital gown and wrapped in a thick blanket. It made her look more pale and fragile, causing the others to feel distressed and heartbroken.

Matt stood by her side, silently guarding her.

"Carrie!" Ryan's dim eyes finally lit up. He strode over with a worried expression.

He kneeled before her and held her thin hands tightly.

But he felt he could never hold it tight enough. "You're still so weak. How could you come out like this?!"

Justin and Bella came over nervously as well. Seeing that Carrie's mental state had stabilized compared to the last time, they could not help but look at Matt.

"Last night, Mr. Grant sent someone to deliver the medicine. Ms. Carrie did the procedure, and it was indeed effective."

Matt saw through them and said gently, "Mr. Justin, Ms. Bella, and Mr.

Ryan, please rest assured. Mr.

Gregory and Old Master Nigel knew about me bringing Ms. Carrie here. The bodyguards, servants, and doctors are waiting outside the cemetery. Ms. Carrie will get immediate treatment if she shows any signs of discomfort."

Upon hearing it, Bella and Justin's expressions were a little complicated, especially Justin's His handsome idee darkened, and his grip on Bella's hand tightened. "Ah … Ah … I … "

Carrie's small hands moved in Ryan's warm palm, and her pale lips parted, but she could only make simple sounds.

"Carrie, you want to see Yasmin, right?" Ryan asked gently.

Carrie nodded, tears welling up beneath her eyes.

Ryan took a deep breath and pushed her wheelchair toward the tomb stone When the couple passed by, Ralph closed his eyes in pain and restraint.

Even now, he still loved Carrie. No matter what happened, love could not be changed.

However, he was far from deserving of such a good woman.

If he had not been so careless that day and stayed by her side in the amusement park, perhaps none of this would have happened. Carrie would not be kidnapped, and Yasmin would not die …

Drew, who was standing outside of the crowd, also carried a hint of sorrow.

Suddenly, his gaze froze. Standing in the distant woods was a graceful figure dressed in black.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1972-Drew's expression remained neutral as his deep gaze stared straight at the forest. The person in the woods seemed to have noticed his gaze and quickly hid behind a tree trunk. Sitting in the wheelchair, Carrie stared deeply at Yasmin's portrait, tears streaming all over her face. She cried without making a sound.

Bella was worried that the excessive grief might affect Carrie's health, so she gently placed her warm hands on Carrie's shoulder, offering silent comfort.

Carrie's eyes, swollen and red from crying, trembled lightly. She slowly took out a brand-new teddy from under the blanket wrapped around her.

Bella was surprised. The teddy looked identical to the one she gave her back then.

"This teddy is unavailable in the country now. I asked someone to buy it abroad following Ms. Carrie's orders." Matt was also affected by the sad atmosphere, his voice a little hoarse.

Carrie wanted to get up from the wheelchair, but perhaps because she had been bedridden for too long, she could not muster any strength in her legs.

Ralph immediately saw through her intentions and instinctively took half a step forward.

But Ryan had already lifted Carrie and gently placed her on the ground, his hand on the small of her back, becoming her solid support.

Carrie sniffed, her nose red, as she placed the teddy in front of the tombstone.

'Yasmin… Treat this clumsy teddy as me. Let it accompany you in my place.

That way, you won't feel lonely in your eternal rest.' After the funeral, the group slowly walked out of the cemetery.

"Arnold." Bella quickly caught up with Asher and Arnold, whispering, "Can I trouble you with something?"

"We're a family. There's no such thing as trouble. Just tell me." Arnold's narrow eyes were gentle.

He secretly played with Asher's fingers, and Asher merely looked ahead indifferently, letting him fiddle with his hand like a child.

Bella said seriously, "When we return, I'd like you to examine the medicine delivered by Grant to test if it's reliable. I can't rest easy with something that's not given by someone we know well." "No problem. Leave it to me." Arnold patted his chest.

"Bella, did you see Drew?" Axel walked over while holding Roza's hand. "He was here just now but disappeared in the blink of an eye."

"He's an adult. He won't get lost." Asher spoke calmly, intertwining his fingers with Arnold's.

"Yeah, didn't you see all the trees there? Perhaps he's taking a nap on one of the trees." Bella casually guessed.

Roza blinked in surprise. "Sleeping in the cemetery? Isn't Drew afraid of ghosts?"

Axel was amused. He pulled her into his arms and said, "You should ask whether ghosts are afraid of Drew."

Ryan carried Carrie to the car and was about to get in when he heard heavy footsteps coming from behind him.

He turned around and saw Ralph standing straight behind him.

"Ryan, I…"

"It's not your fault."

Before Ralph finished his sentence, Ryan understood and interrupted his m words. "Besides I haven't thanked you lyet You gave Carrie what, Khad never given her before. You taught me what love is and how to love."

Ralph stared at him in a daze, tears gathering in his eyes. Yet his heart crushed and squeezed by guilt and regret, slowly regained its rhythmic beat, breaking free from the endless self-loathing.

He could not forgive himself, but the person who should hate him the most forgave him, trying their best to help him find peace.

"From now on… If you and Carrie need any help, remember to call me." Ralph's voice was husky.

He was not good with fancy words and only spoke from his heart.

"Can I?" Ryan's eyes curved. His tone was sincere. "I can call you up for anything?"

Ralph smiled. "I'll definitely be there for you and Carrie's big day with grand gifts I'm only worried won't send me an invite."

"You are Carrie's family, someone very important to her. How could I not invite you?"

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1973-Ryan lowered his head, looking somewhat embarrassed. "I'm only worried you won't come."

Ralph choked up and stepped forward to give him a big hug.

Back in the car, Carrie was wrapped in a blanket, obediently leaning against the window to rest.

Her body was still too weak. Even though she was in a wheelchair the entire time, going out was still a little too much for her current state.

"The window is cold. Lean against me." Ryan spread his long arms and gently pulled her into his embrace, resting his chin on her head and rubbing her hair softly. The car drove toward the hospital smoothly.

Carrie lay against the man's chest and suddenly felt something hard. She raised her head and looked at him in confusion.

"Did it poke you?" Ryan hesitated and then took out Yasmin's diary from his chest pocket.

"Ah! Ah!" Carrie's red eyes widened.

Once, when Ryan was on a business trip, she could not fall asleep at night and went to search for Yasmin in her room.

She unintentionally saw Yasmin writing something in this pink notebook. When Yasmin saw her, she hid the notebook in a panic, her pretty face flushing.

"Carrie, this is Yasmin's diary."

Ryan handed the notebook to her. His breath hitched as he said, "I think she had feelings for me… I don't want to keep it from you."

Carrie lowered her eyes and did not take it. Her thin body wriggled in the blanket for a while before she pulled out her phone.

She opened the notes app and typed something, showing it to Ryan. [I know.

Yasmin has always loved you dearly.] Ryan's pupils contracted. His throat felt dry and hoarse. "Carrie, how did you know? Did she tell you?!"

Carrie shook her head lightly, typing again. [I was with Yasmin every day. She took care of me, so I had many chances to get to know her. Ryan, you were with her every day too. Couldn't you see it? When you love someone, you can't hide it in your eyes. I sensed it a long time ago.] Ryan's mouth hung open in shock. At this moment, he was the one at a loss for words.

Indeed, no matter how hard Yasmin tried to conceal it, love was something that could not be hidden.

But he could completely ignore a girl's feelings for him. He had never really cared for her.

A drop of tears fell on the screen, so Carrie quickly wiped it away.

[Yasmin was always by your side for so many years. That was her confession.

Her accompaniment was the longest declaration of love.] Early in the morning, Yvonne had been waiting silently in the cemetery.

She witnessed the entire funeral from a distance, participating in each part of the ceremony in her own way.

Finally, she leaned down and placed a pure white chrysanthemum beside a tree. When she straightened her back streams of tears had strained U her cheeks.

She knew that Yasmin was also an unfortunate soul, like her. Although Yasmin died, Yasmin was still the lucky one.

Her luck came from the fact that the man she dedicated and sacrificed her life for was worth it.

But for Yvonne, it seemed that from the moment she took Christopher's hand, her life was destined to be a tragedy. Yvonne could not escape.

Just as she turned around to leave, a warm hand caught her cold wrist. The next second, her body was pulled backward by a strong force, her frail back colliding with a rock-hard chest.

Yvonne panicked and struggled like a butterfly preparing to spread it wings in the man's embrace, but it was futile.

'Trying to run?" Drew's voice was husky and deep, whispering into her reddened ears .

"Of course…"

Yvonne was pressed close against him, feeling every hard part of his body her back. "After all, I'm not supposed to appear here."

Upon hearing it, Drew chuckled. He playfully raised his brows. "Catching you was hard enough. I won't let you go without some fun."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1974-Fun?

Yvonne's originally pounding heart skipped a beat for some reason. Her body, wrapped in the heat of male hormones, gradually cooled down.

No matter who it was, whether Christopher or those powerful men she had to entertain, they all treated her as a plaything.

She was delusional to think that Drew would be different from those men. It turned out he was not.

Yvonne slightly held her breath, suppressing the pain in her heart. She smiled bitterly, her eyes glistening with a barely noticeable tear.

"Mr. Drew, you're in a good mood today. How do you want to play?" She spoke in a seductive voice.

However, Drew's teasing gaze immediately darkened. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the tree trunk.

His dark and clear eyes were fixed on her. His gaze finally landed on her heaving chest, as if he wanted to see through her heart. "You look good in this."

His tone was still playful and unserious.

Yvonne's heart skipped a beat, her flushed face burning with embarrassment.

She raised her hand, trying to take off the black trench coat.

"Wear it."

Drew pressed down on her hand holding the coat, pulling it tighter instead. "It's chilly. You'd catch a cold."

Yvonne felt the warmth radiating from the man's calloused palms. That real and reassuring sensation made her nose tingle.

When she blinked, a drop of tear rolled down her cheek.

Just as Yvonne wanted to wipe it away, the man suddenly pinched her chin, leaning down to gently kiss the tear away from her cheek.

Yvonne's eyes widened. She felt as if an electric current had spread throughout her veins.

Her fair and slender legs, hidden beneath the black trench coat, were about to give out. Her back slid down the tree trunk, but Drew grabbed her waist, holding her steady in time.

"Tell me. Why are you crying?" His hot breath brushed against her, and he rubbed her waist.

Yvonne panted lightly, her voice muffled and soft. "None of your business."

"Is it because I'm such a good person that you're moved to tears? Hmm?" Drew tilted his head, his breath growing heavier.

From a distance, their figures seemed to have merged into one. The scene was too intimate and suggestive.

They did nothing, but it felt like they did everything.

"You're not a good person!"

Yvonne suddenly pushed him away, running into the depths of the forest without looking back.

She fled, but Drew did not chase after her. She did not want him to either.

The moment the man kissed her tear away, her heart was filled with joy and fear.

She thought, 'Drew, don't treat me so well. You'll regret it… You'll definitely regret it!' Drew stood still in place. After a while, he slowly turned around with a dark gaze, staring in another direction.

The forest was silent, and he was alone.

"When will you be willing to give me your heart?" He lifted his hands, rubbing his lips with his finger, which seemed to have the lingering warmth of the woman's tears. "I can't wait to close the net."

Ilis net would catch not only Christopher but also Yvonne.

In the evening, Yvonne returned to Pivotage. Taylor immediately led her to Christopher.

"Mr. Christopher, you wanted to meet me?"

Christopher stood on the balcony, teasing a colorful parrot trapped in a golden cage.

He remained silent, so she did not dare to speak, lowering her head and waiting.

"The day Carrie was kidnapped…"

Yvonne tensed immediately, alarm bells ringing in her heart.

'That woman called Yasmin, who worked for Ryan, found Carrie's m location so quickly. Did you leak the news to her?"

Yvonne's expression remained calm, but her vision went black as if she were falling into an endless abyss .

That day , you and Jace went to intercept Ralph and Yasmin. You guys even fought."

Christopher's eyes narrowed, plucking a red feather from the parrot, causing the bird to flutter it's wings violently in the cage in pain.

Jace is our boss's confidant, so I can trust him. I have no choice but to suspect you."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1975-Yvonne's heart pounded like a drum, and her insides tightened into a knot. But no matter how panicked she was, her eyes were calm as a still lake, without any emotions.

Her extraordinary mental resilience was trained by Christopher, but now, she had to use it against him.

Seeing that Yvonne did not speak, Christopher curled his lips into an evil smirk, and he slowly walked to her.

Suddenly, the man swiftly drew a gun from behind his back and pressed the dark barrel against Yvonne's sweaty forehead.

"Mr. Christopher!" Standing at the side, Taylor felt the blood drain from his face.

His heart almost jumped out of his chest.

"Yvonne, are you the traitor? Answer me." Christopher's eyes were dark as he questioned.

Yvonne stared straight at his gloomy and bloodthirsty eyes.

She remained silent.

"Answer me!" The veins on Christopher's hand bulged as he roared.

"Yes." Yvonne knew she had no way out.

Christopher pointed a gun at her head, not to interrogate her but to confirm that she was the one who leaked the information.

His cold-blooded nature drove him to watch the woman he raised and shaped into a replica of Bella cry and beg before him.

Christopher hated Yvonne but enjoyed the pleasure of torturing her.

He was a complete psychopath, a despicable madman!

Yvonne's trembling gaze immediately became fearless as she looked into Christopher's reddened eyes.

"It's me. I revealed Carrie's location to Yasmin. At this point, I have nothing to explain. Do whatever you want to me."

She had enough. She was done with this life. Death would be a relief for her.

But… She would no longer have the chance to see those bright, joyous eyes again.

Christopher's pale face turned even more ashen, his grip on the gun tightening, and his chest heaved violently.

The moment he pulled the safety, Yvonne's heart stopped beating. She closed her eyes in despair. Click!

The trigger was pulled.

The empty and luxurious room was so quiet that they could hear a pin drop.

However, the terrifying gunshot was not heard.

Yvonne's heart tightened as she slowly opened her eyes. Her face soaked with sweat…

"Pfft… Hahaha!"

Christopher suddenly laughed like a mischievous child, pulling the trigger a few more times at Yvonne."

I'm just messing with you. Look how scared you are!"

Taylor's tensed nerves relaxed all of a sudden, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

Yvonne stared at him coldly, feeling an empty hole in her chest as a chilling wind swept through.

"Yvonne, tell me honestly. Why did you leak the information? Hmm ??

Christopher pinched her wet chin, his thumb rubbing her lips ambiguously.

Yvonne felt a wave of disgust, but she knew that he was giving her a chance to explain, so she kept calm.

Because I want to gain Bella's and Justin's trust If boffered them valuable information, they would start to see me differently, and Drew would also have a different opinion of me. If I could become a double spy, I might have the opportunity to gather beneficial information from Bella and Justin." Christopher narrowed his eyes, seemingly satisfied with her answer.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1976-The next moment, Christopher's hand holding the gun moved behind Yvonne.

He pulled her by the waist to press her tightly against himself.

"You did well this time. Not only do I not blame you for what happened, but I'd like to commend you for it. Thanks to you, that woman by Ryan's side is dead.

She lost her composure, acted rashly, and fell into Liam's trap because you leaked the information to her. She lost her life because of that. It caused Ryan immense pain, even turning his hair white overnight."

Yvonne's face was expressionless.

She felt like every word he spoke was like a knife stabbing into her heart, peeling away chunks of her flesh, and leaving behind a mess of shame and agony.

"Continue to follow your plans and act freely. I know you won't disappoint me."

Christopher released her. His playful gaze traced the curves of her waist. "You look really good in Drew Brown's coat. Remember to wear this at his funeral."

When Yvonne returned to her room, the setting sun outside the window dyed her pale face with a layer of tragic red.

She stumbled to the full-length mirror and slowly took off the black trench coat.

In the mirror, she was naked. Her trembling, slender body was covered in shameful bruises. Those were proof of what Christopher had done to her all afternoon.

The seemingly gentlemanly beast had not truly taken her. However, he tormented her in every possible way.

Throughout the man's cruel acts, she did not make a sound. She just laid there like a corpse.

In fact, she had already died long ago.

Even though Christopher's gun had no bullets, the moment he pulled the trigger, it was as if he had killed her.

Yvonne tilted her head back slightly, but tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably, washing over her face repeatedly.

Time was running out for her.

Next time, Christopher would surely use a loaded gun.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

She recognized the knock and hurriedly wiped away her tears. She put on her clothes and went to open the door.

"Ms. Smith!"

It was the young bodyguard, Oscar, who was on good terms with her. He looked at her with concern. "Are you alright?"

"Come in quickly," Yvonne said, letting him into the room.

Oscar immediately took out a box of ointment from his pocket and handed it to Yvonne. "We use this often. It's very effective. Here, apply it."

He was also one of Christopher's men, so he knew what had happened that afternoon.

"Thanks…" Yvonne's fingers trembled as she took it, and her voice choked with emotion.

"Ms. Smith, you're living such a hard life. Haven't you ever thought about…"

Oscar's eyes reddened, his words stopping midway.

"I have, Oscar."

Yvonne took a deep breath, tears clinging to her eyelashes. "Ive thought about it for a long time, even In my dreams. But I have no choice.

"Why not? There has to be a way!"

Oscar leaned closer, his eyes wide with concern. "You can turn to Ms.

Thompson and Mr. Salvador! Even if Christopher's business abroad is huge, he's no match for the Salvador and the Thompsons domestically! I'll keep an eye on Christopher's activities. Together, we can definitely find evidence to bring him down!"

"You're too naive…"

Yvonne shook her head with a bitter smile. "I've been with Mr. Iverson since I was young. I know his methods too well. Even when I was his trusted aide, I couldn't seem everything. You're just one of his bodyguards. You're not always by his side. It's impossible for you to get valuable evidence. If he notices anything, you won't even be able to protect yourself. My life is worthless.

It'll be fine if I die. But I don't want any innocent people to get involved because of me. That would be worse than death."

Besides, Christopher had the Boss's backing.

Over the years, Yvonne had accompanied Christopher to Meridan several times.

Yet, she had never seen the Boss's face.

However, she knew well that the Boss was an adversary that even Bella and Justin might struggle to contend with.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1977-Silence filled the air. The pair sat there helplessly, as if abandoned on a stormy, deserted island.

"There's something that might be helpful to you." Oscar suddenly remembered something. He lowered his voice and said, "The night before last, the eldest son of the Larson Group, Aaron Larson came to see Christopher. They had a long conversation in a private room."

Yvonne frowned.

"That guy came in looking like he was ready to chew someone up. But after talking to Christopher, he seemed much calmer when he left. I was at the door with another bodyguard. But the soundproofing of the room prevented any sounds from escaping. So, I couldn't hear anything." Oscar sighed in frustration.

However, this bit of information was enough to spark an idea in Yvonne.

The Larson Group was a leading pharmaceutical company in the country.

As far as Yvonne knew, Christopher had been helping the boss operate pharmaceutical businesses domestically, and his first goal would be to suppress the Larson Group.

Christopher was ruthless and would never collaborate with the Larsons.

So, his meeting with Aaron must have been to set some insidious trap for him.

"Oscar, keep a close watch on Taylor from now on. Christopher will always have Taylor do the dirty work he can't do. We'll definitely find clues to Christopher's scheme against the Larson Group from him."

Oscar nodded firmly. "Alright, I'll keep a close eye on him!"

Yvonne could not care less about the Larsons' fate. However, she knew this was an opportunity.

As long as she collected enough evidence, she could have Drew hand them over to Bella just like last time. This way, the shady underworld that was Pivotage would eventually crumble.

When Taylor came to see Christopher with freshly decanted red wine, he immediately understood what had happened from the state of the room.

He set down the tray and hesitated before handing over a photograph.

"This was taken by the person you sent to follow Ms. Smith today."

Christopher lounged lazily on the sofa with a whip in his left hand. He raised his right hand and took the photograph between his fingers.

In the photo, Drew pinned Yvonne against a tree and gently kissed her cheek. It was an incredibly tender scene.

"Look how captivated Yvonne was."

Christopher sneered, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "She used to only look at me like that when she was by my side. It seems she truly loves Drew."

Taylor furrowed his brows tightly. "Mr. Iverson, what do you plan to do about this…"

"Although she's been with me for many years, I can't keep a woman who's given her heart to another man around."

Christopher's eyes were half-closed as he curled his lips into a smirk. "But in the spirit of making the most of what one has, let's keep her around a little longer. After all, she's a bait to lure Drew into the trap. Isn't that right?"

"You're right."

Having worked with Yvonne for many years, Taylor had a certain fondness for her and always treated her with care.

However, if Christopher decreed Yvonne's death, even the god of hell would not be able to save her. Just then, Taylor's phone vibrated.

He picked up, listened for a while, and then hung up.

Mr. Iverson, our men in Terranova have some news for us. Thanks to your arrangement, Ryan's sister, Zoe, has become a prostitute. Numerous powerful men have been abusing her every day, and she is now enduring intense suffering. In less than a month, she has contracted various diseases and can no longer see clients. She's been locked in a basement and hasn't eaten for three days. It seems she might not make it "Well, considering how she once served me, it's best to grant her a quick end,"

Christopher said, his tone nonchalant.

Taylor knew what Christopher implied. "Understood."

"See, , this is what real vengeance looks like. Ryan is too soft-hearted to ever amount to anything."

Christopher sighed softly. "I'm doing all these for Bella. It's a pity that despite everything, she will never understand my true feelings … "

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1978-Under Bella's request, Arnold immediately tested the medication sent by Grant after returning.

Surprisingly, the medication turned out to be quite effective, with the only side effects being lethargy and drowsiness. It posed no significant harm to the body.

In the reception room, Bella looked at the clear data on the test report, confused.

"What's the name of this medicine?"

"I don't know." Arnold shook his head.

Bella was surprised to hear this.

"I don't know its name, but the ingredients are almost identical to a drug developed a year ago by the RC Biotech Research Centre in Meridan for treating mental illness. However, that drug only had a series of announcements, and they have not officially released it yet. I'm not sure if this is the same one developed by RC."

Arnold sighed with relief. "Fortunately, this medication has no major issues. It's also beneficial for Carrie's condition. Otherwise, giving an unapproved drug to a patient would seem like experimenting on humans."

Just then, there was a leisurely knock at the door.

Bella walked over and opened it. Upon seeing the person, her pupils contracted in surprise. "Mr. Grant?" Sitting in a wheelchair, Grant was alone at the door. His face showed a warm smile as he looked up at Bella. "Ms. Thompson, I'll be returning to Meridan soon. May I have a word with you in private?"

At the balcony at the end of the corridor, Bella stood beside Grant. Her radiant face was bathed in the golden glow of the sunset. She looked like an untouchable goddess.

The man turned his refined face toward her, his gaze deep and intent.

"Mr. Grant, is there something you'd like to discuss with me?" Bella deliberately avoided his gaze.

"I'll be leaving for Meridan tonight," Grant's tone was gentle and elegant.

"Have a safe trip back."

"Before I leave, I'd like to fulfill my promise to you."

Bella felt puzzled. However, Grant opened his palm in front of her, revealing three pills identical to those Carrie had been taking.

"You…"

Christopher sighed softly. "I'm doing all these for Bella. It's a pity that despite everything, she will never understand my true feelings … "

Bella's elegant brows were knit together. "I never said I didn't trust you. You didn't have to do that."

'I wanted to keep my promise to you." Grant's voice was slightly hoarse. His eyes were a deep amber, ready to ensnare anyone who gazed into them too long. "Especially when it concerns Carrie's health, I can't afford to be careless. Don't forget, I'm her eldest brother."

"Thank you for the medication. Carrie's condition has improved a lot."

Bella paused, her gaze probing as she looked at Grant. "MK Grant, did you get this medicine from the RC Biotech Research Centre in Meridan?

"Yes," the man admitted readily.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1979-Grant's honesty caught Bella completely off guard.

Initially, she thought that if Grant denied the medicine came from RC Biotech, it would indicate he was hiding something. It would likely be a problem with either him or the medicine. Even if it were not the specific drug Carrie was taking, it would still reveal something suspicious.

But now she was at a loss for words.

"To be clear, it's not just RC Biotech. I have dealings with many medical research institutions in Meridan." Grant coughed lightly with a helpless smile.

"Over the years, I've been a lab rat, trying countless types of medication. I've

tried anything that might improve my condition. Due to this, I've come to be familiar with RC Biotech and understand more about their drugs."

"Mr. Grant, with the advancements in modern medicine, your health will definitely improve if you persist." As a kind-hearted person, Bella offered Grant, someone tormented by long-term pain, the most basic comfort.

At this moment, neither of them noticed that Justin stood hidden in the shadows on the balcony, observing everything with his dark eyes.

"Ms. Thompson, do you truly wish for my recovery?" Grant's gentle eyes curved into a smile. "After all, I'm the eldest son of the Salvador family. If I recover, I might compete with Justin for the position of heir. Do you really want to see that?"

Bella's rosy lips curled slightly, bright and clear. "Mr. Grant, if Justin's position as heir comes at the cost of your lifelong health, then honestly, that position isn't worth it. First of all, I love Justin for who he is. His background and status mean nothing to me. Even if he were to sever ties with the Salvador Corporation one day, I wouldn't hold any grudges against him. It wouldn't diminish my love for him in the slightest."

Grant furrowed his brows.

Hidden in the dark, Justin widened his eyes. His heart swelled with emotion.

"I would like to see your family united, supporting each other through thick and thin, not scheming against each other like the Iversons, resulting in fratricide. If your health improves someday, Justin and I would be genuinely happy for you.

And if you wish to compete for the position of heir, then please do so fairly with Justin."

Bella's open-hearted confession showcased her altruism and leadership qualities.

"Ms. Thompson, your sincere feelings for Justin make me quite envious," Grant said, gazing at her intensely. His eyes were deep and warm, filled with earnest longing.

Bella smiled gently. "As long as you treat others with sincerity, you will also find your own happiness someday, Mr. Grant."

"I'll take your kind words to heart."

Grant shot a meaningful glance as he slowly turned his wheelchair, indicating he was about to leave.

Justin's dark eyes narrowed, his tall figure swiftly slipping behind a wall.

His heart pounded inexplicably hard.

"By the way, Ms. Thompson."

Grant paused, turning back. His tone carried a hint of concern. "While I was in Meridan, I heard about your

situation. Since then, I've been searching for a way to help you. I have some promising leads now.

There's not only medication that might help, but I've also found Pan well-known gynecologist. She has been a private doctor for royal family members and the first lady. Besides, she has encountered similar cases multiple times. Under her care, you have more than a 60% chance of recovery. You are such a young and outstanding individual. It would be a real pity if you lost the chance to be a mother."

Upon hearing this, Justin felt his heart clench tighter and tighter, almost to the point of stopping.

His eyes grew slightly teary, tinged with a faint red, and his hands, with distinct knuckles, trembled as they clutched his clothes.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1980-Bella's face suddenly darkened. "Mr. Grant, whether I can or want to have children is my private matter. Your concern is unnecessary."

"As Justin's elder brother, I know him well. I know he loves kids. His care for Carrie when we were younger showed his fatherly nature. Even if he doesn't say it, I know he would love to have a child with you."

Bella's breath hitched, and a wave of pain swept through her heart.

"Perhaps I'm overstepping the boundaries, but everything I do is for your happiness." Grant spoke softly and earnestly. "If you follow through with the treatment and your condition gets better, Justin will be happy, and you won't

have any regrets, too. Isn't that right? I'll have everything arranged once I return.

You can come for the treatment anytime."

With that, he turned to leave.

"I won't go." Bella's voice was cold and determined. "Being with Justin is more than enough for me. Besides, not every woman in this world wants to be a mother. For instance, I don't. I'm still a child at heart, and now I'm the heir to KS Group, busy dealing with countless issues daily. I don't have time to raise a child. From now on, you don't need to worry about such matters."

Grant's lips curled slightly as he left the balcony in his wheelchair.

After going a short distance, he slowed down, his eyes narrowing as he glanced back into the shadows behind him.

After Grant left, Bella stood alone on the windy balcony. However, she did not feel the chill.

At this moment, her heart felt colder than anything.

If she could, she would certainly want to have a child with the man she loved most.

If someone else had offered help, she might have considered it. But the person who offered to help was none other than Grant.

The last time she had even the slightest interaction with him, Justin felt extremely anxious about it. Accepting Grant's help would only cause more pain for Justin…

Bella stood with her arms crossed, gazing at the bleak scenery in the distance, lost in thought.

Suddenly, she felt a warm embrace from behind and turned around in surprise.

"Justin?"

Justin wrapped his suit around her, pulling her deeply into his arms from behind.

His sharp jaw rested against her neck. Their faces pressed together as they bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. It was a scene of intense, beautiful affection.

"Bella…" Justin's voice was hushed and full of sorrow.

"What's wrong?" Bella placed her hands over his, which was resting gently on her slender waist.

"I don't want a child, Bella… I really don't."

Bella's eyes widened, her heart pounding. "You heard everything earlier…"

"Don't believe what he says. I've never cared about whether or not you can have a child, not in the past, and not now." Justin's voice grew muffled, his chest aching with pain. "I only need you. Having you is enough for me."

"I know. You've said that many times." Her tone was light and reassuring.

"But if one day you do want a child, you have to tell me. I'm willing to try any method for you, even if it means asking my big brother for help…"

"I thought the same, too." Bella smiled softly, understandingly. "If you ever want a child, don't hide it from me. No matter what it takes, I'll be willing to try."

As time passed, besides managing the current situation with the Hoffman Group, Ryan moved into the hospital. He dedicated himself to caring for Carrie as much as possible.

Companionship and love were truly the best medicine for everything.

Though sadness lingered, Carrie gradually emerged from the shadows, responding well to treatment. She no longer needed a wheelchair and could stroll in the hospital garden, soaking up the sunshine. However, she still could not speak.

During this period, Arnold conducted several examinations. Yet, he still could not restore her ability to speak.

One day, after he finished tending to Carrie, Ryan walked out of the ward carrying a basin of water and accidentally ran into Arnold.

"Dr. Larson."

"Hehe, you're getting quite skilled at caring for her. Your movements are more nimble than the caregivers now." Arnold's eyes narrowed into a smile of satisfaction.

There's still a long way to go. I need to learn a lot more. I'm committed to caring for her for the rest of my life,' Ryan replied with a slightly naive smile, genuinely content.

Arnold pressed his lips together. "I'm sorry. Despite all this time, I still haven't managed to get Carrie to speak."

"It's alright."

"Although it's hard to talk about this, I must tell you that you should prepare for the possibility that Carrie may never be able to speak again."

As a doctor, Arnold could not hide his guilt. "However, there is still a chance she might recover in the future, though I can't say when that might be."

It's okay. I know you've done your best, Dr. Larson. No matter what happens to her, I'll stay by. he side."

Chairman Hoffman!" Dean hurried over from the other end of the hallway. "There's something you need to know."

Seeing that they needed to speak privately, Arnold took his leave.

Dean's expression was somber as he lowered his voice. "Just now, the Terranova police contacted me. They found Zoe's body on a mountain the day before yesterday. She had been dead for five days."