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!"

"Mrs. Iverson, please don't

serious illness. Bella did not want to engage in a fierce conflict with Christopher

exiled by her husband for fifteen years,

want to extinguish the flicker of hope that kept her

witnessing the touching scene between the mother and son, Justin's eyes dimmed, and his heart ached. Yes,

his mother, who cared for him so deeply, would ultimately choose

could only dream of. The more Justin thought about it, the more unforgivable

him, okay?" Mrs. Iverson's words became increasingly unclear as her sickness relapsed. Upon seeing

"Yes, Mr. Iverson!"

me or use any harsh words on me, I won't hold it against you. Because you, like my mother, are the

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