The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

After a simple wash-up, Bella changed into a new outfit and joined Justin downstairs for a meal. It had been a while since she tasted Wilma's cooking, and she relished every bite. Wilma looked at Bella lovingly, as if she were seeing her long-lost daughter.

"Wow... It tastes so good!" Bella licked her lips and let out a cute burp, eagerly handing her bowl to Wilma. "Wilma, give me another bowl of mashed potatoes, filled to the brim!" "Got it, Young Madam!" Wilma happily filled the bowl with mashed potatoes.

The elders were all the same, feeling happy when they saw the younger generation eating heartily.

"Bella, take it easy. Don't overeat," Justin said in a gentle tone as he used a napkin to dab away the grease from her lips.

"Why are you eating so little? Are you on a diet?" Bella leaned towards him, enjoying the mouth-wiping service.

"I'm not very hungry."

shrimp are so delicious, I saved some for you in case you

like a hungry little cat. "If

the depths of Justin's eyes seemed to be melting

reservations. He didn't want her to be gentle, obedient, or understanding. He just wanted her to be true to herself. After the satisfying meal, Bella happily sprawled out on the sofa in the living room. Justin took the fruit platter prepared by Wilma and was about to bring it to Bella when Wilma suddenly pulled him aside. Wilma whispered with a low voice, "Young Master, uh... I asked some old acquaintances in Savrow for some advice. They're all working as maids in various wealthy households. Almost every young madam they served had some trouble with childbirth. So... I asked them

Justin's face darkened

solemnly, her eyes full of worry. "Young Master! I swear to the heavens that I only told my friends that a relative's child from my hometown had trouble with conception. I didn't mention a word about our Young Madam.

"Wilma, I've told you before, more than once. I don't care if Bella can conceive or not. I'll love her, no matter what. My family doesn't have a throne to inherit. Even if I can't give the Salvador family grandchildren, and even if Gregory takes back my position at the company because

Didn't you also contact a doctor in Switzerland? I just wanted to help you..." Wilma's voice was caught in her throat. "It's

"I turned it down."