The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1081

Bella accompanied her family, taking Wyatt for medical checkups. while planning her next move in her head.

Her father’s illness could not be ignored. After thinking about it, Bella

and her three stepmothers decided to inform Asher and Axel so they could visit Wyatt more often. After all, they were the eldest and

second sons. They should bear this responsibility.

Mila also summoned Arnold to diagnose Wyatt.

Bella was an unparalleled external surgeon, but Arnold was an expert

in neurology.

After several examinations, Arnold held the CT scan and patiently

explained the results to Bella and the others. The Thompson family

surrounded him, listening attentively

Only Asher stood at the outer edge and calmly looked upon Arnold.

The latter was wearing a white coat and had a stern expression as he explained the patient’s condition.

His deep gaze gleamed with a gentle light, and the corners of his lips. lifted slightly, like a beautiful half-moon.

Arnold talked non-stop, and suddenly, he raised his eyes, accurately

glancing toward Asher’s direction.

gaze met in mid-air.

and he quickly turned his

the surface. However, his

Chapter 1081

a laugh, then continued, “Don’t

has someone around him in case of an emergency, and takes his meds on time,

density can increase his risk.”

hearing the doctor’s words, the beautiful chef, Celeste, nodded repeatedly.

are all my dad’s favorite

helplessly, “If he heard this, he would probably look

He is a picky

to restrain himself. He’s almost sixty, yet he

I caught him

dead of the night! How is

a business tycoon?” Bella crossed her arms,

head.

calm state. Don’t let his emotions fluctuate too much, let alone get angr Anger could deteriorate his condition. It’s bad for his liver,” Arnold

said sternly.

crowd had an understanding

she felt an invisible hand squeezing

throughout her.

returned to Yara Park with his

family.

child. They stared at him as he took his medicine and ate

have some pickles? This is tasteless.” Wyatt

simultaneously, “No pickles!”