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

illness. Bella did

husband for fifteen years, had

the flicker of hope that kept

witnessing the touching scene between the mother and son, Justin's

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

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

okay?" Mrs. Iverson's words became increasingly unclear as her sickness relapsed. Upon seeing his mother's condition, Christopher felt deeply concerned and immediately ordered his secretary, "Taylor,

"Yes, Mr. Iverson!"

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

pleaded, looking at