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 say

incorrigible and cunning, Mrs. Iverson was a pitiful woman, suffering from a serious illness. Bella did not want to engage in a fierce conflict

all, this woman, abandoned and exiled by her husband for fifteen years, had

to extinguish the flicker of

the touching scene between the mother and son, Justin's eyes dimmed, and

Christopher, despite having precious loved ones by his side, especially his mother, who cared for him so deeply, would

only dream of. The more Justin thought about it, the more unforgivable Christopher's

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

"Yes, Mr. Iverson!"

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

pleaded, looking