The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Wyatt was lost in thought, thinking about Yara's last words.

"I've never really lived for myself at any point."

"I hope that our children, especially Bella, have the freedom to choose their own path. Unlike me, she deserves the right to find happiness on her own."

Wyatt thought to himself, 'Find her own happiness? But, Yara, has our daughter's decision really brought her happiness? What should I do? If you know something, wherever you are, could you send me a sign in my dreams?'

At that moment, there was a knock from outside the study.

Before Wyatt could respond, Sasha barged in with her voice, loud and urgent. "Wyatt! Mila! That crazy girl from the Iverson family is here and insists on seeing you and Celeste! I didn't let her in, but she's causing a scene outside! Her body reeks of alcohol, so she's probably pretty drunk."

"Wait, are you referring to Astrid, Lance's daughter? What is she doing here?" Wyatt exhaled a breath of frustration. "What kind of upbringing does the Iverson family give their children? A young lady from their household is showing up unannounced late at night, as if our house is a public market. Where are their manners?"

she was so drunk that all she did was ramble incoherently. She just kept saying it

because she thinks Celeste is soft-hearted and can be easily manipulated with some sob stories. Does she really think she can just talk her way out of what she has done? As if it never

was surprised. "Mila, what exactly

day, Amelia was tricked by Charles and

Astrid and her men held him back and even caused Steven

Wyatt and Sasha were dumbfounded,

bandaged, but

the rest to save Amelia from grave danger. After Charles took Amelia away, Astrid intervened to stop Steven. She must have been aware of what Charles was up to. It seemed like she was actively helping

That dirty and evil woman! She deserves to eat shit!" Sasha fumed, clenching her fists tightly and considering

"Absolutely evil!"