The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The word "we" marked an unbridgeable gap between Christopher and the couple. It was a barrier that he could never overcome.

Even so, Christopher's gaze on Bella still held deep affection.

His obsessive love had turned him into a shameless lunatic.

"Bella, you've misunderstood me. But since you suspect me, I'm willing to cooperate with you fully."

As Christopher spoke, he leaned down to hold his mother's hand, gently caressing it. "Mom, I'm sorry... I'm afraid I can't accompany you on the trip."

"It's alright. I'm fine..."

Mrs. Iverson's worried gaze turned to Bella, her eyes brimming with tears as she spoke, "Bella, don't be mad at Chris! If he has upset you, I... I apologize on his behalf!"

Iverson, please don't

Mrs. Iverson was a pitiful woman, suffering from a serious illness. Bella did not want to

and exiled by her husband for fifteen years, had only

not want to extinguish the

Justin's eyes dimmed, and his

Christopher, despite having precious loved ones by his side, especially his mother, who cared

recklessly squandered was something Justin could only dream of. The more Justin thought about it, the

him, okay?" Mrs. Iverson's words became increasingly unclear as her sickness relapsed. Upon seeing his mother's condition, Christopher felt deeply

"Yes, Mr. Iverson!"

doubt me or use any harsh words on me, I won't

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