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 say

was a pitiful woman, suffering from a serious illness. Bella did not want to engage in a fierce

by her husband for fifteen years,

did not want to extinguish the flicker of hope

and son, Justin's eyes dimmed, and his heart ached.

comprehend why 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

be mad at Chris. Don't ignore him, okay?" Mrs. Iverson's words became increasingly unclear as her sickness relapsed. Upon seeing his mother's

"Yes, Mr. Iverson!"

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

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