The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The unbearable memories of that tragic night surged back like a flood, drowning her in pain so intense she could barely breathe.

"Ms. Amelia, you're the daughter of the affluent Thompson family, and everyone knows about the decades-long friendship between the Thompsons and the Iversons. Forced by Charles? I doubt even he would dare."

Hunter turned the hospital room into a courtroom, forgetting the pitiful sight of being knocked down himself.

"You were alone with him in the same room at the party. But when the scandal broke, your Thompson family blamed the Iversons. You knew you were tainted, and it would be hard for you to find someone decent to marry. Is that why you decided on Steven as your backup plan? You are treating him like a fool."

"Bastard!" Steven lost his temper completely, his eyes bloodshot as he swung his fist at Hunter, landing a brutal blow on the latter's face. In an instant, Hunter's face was distorted.

in horror. "Steve!

already aching from the diagnosed concussion. The next moment, he tasted blood in his mouth

all his pent-up rage into that punch, aiming to

panicked, covering her mouth with both hands. She knew that Steven was completely consumed by

Chelsea suddenly rushed forward and

own brother?! You've gone completely mad for this woman! Hit me, then! Just kill me! You don't want

eyes filled with tears

good person. Why did

Hunter glanced coldly in that direction while holding his face, and Chelsea stopped wailing. The sound of brisk footsteps shattered the oppressive silence as Clarence walked in,