The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The chilly night breeze carried an ominous tension, swirling between them like a looming threat.

Upon seeing Justin's arrival, Christopher's expression shifted dramatically from joy to solemnity.

"Bella, you're here?" Mrs. Iverson's eyes lit up with tender affection, wishing she could rise from her wheelchair to greet her.

Bella's remarkable beauty has always left a lasting impression on Mrs. Iverson, even to the point where she sometimes struggled to recognize her own son but never failed to identify Bella instantly. Mrs. Iverson genuinely cherished Bella, unable to conceal her affection.

"Hello, Mrs. Iverson," Bella greeted politely, bowing respectfully.

Justin stood by Bella's side, encircling his arm around her waist, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he observed Christopher's every move.

"Bella, who is this?" Mrs. Iverson looked puzzled, glancing uncertainly at Justin's impassive face and instinctively reaching for Christopher's sleeve.

Bella was about to speak, her gaze fixed on her partner's handsome side profile.

But before she could, Christopher adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said with a smile, "Bella, what a coincidence to run into you here. Are you going on a trip, too?"

Throughout the interaction, he engaged solely with Bella, completely disregarding Justin's presence.

think I'd be

sharply, her voice carrying a frosty tone, refusing to entertain Christopher even

With Maxwell still roaming freely and my brother and Justin's vendetta unresolved, how can I find any enjoyment if you remain

as he gazed into his partner's starry eyes, brimming with

about? What bloodshed? I don't understand," Mrs. Iverson asked, her

normal that you don't understand, because I

gave no hint of his sinister nature. "Bella, who

Justin's chest, his

near-death experience on South Island, when they were trying to capture Winston, remained vivid

mastermind behind it all, shamelessly portraying himself as an innocent person and offering him his assistance. Assistance in

waist tremble with tension. She

heavy with the desire to vent her frustrations for him, her brother, sister, and her brother-in-law, who were far away

not the right time. Indulging in momentary verbal satisfaction

price for

cold. Can we leave now?" Mrs. Iverson's frail body curled slightly

the slightest chill. Though it was almost fall, the temperature in Savrow was still far