The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Mr. Arnold, the Larson family's private doctor is on his way now. Please hold on a little longer..."

"Ha... Doctors are something we never lack."

Arnold stood with his back against them, his voice carrying a cold defiance. "I'm also a doctor. I know my body better than anyone else. Get out!"

The bodyguards had no choice but to bow and leave.

The moment the door closed, Arnold collapsed to the floor, finally vomiting out a mouthful of blood he had been forcefully suppressing in his chest, which stained the luxurious carpet. "It hurts... It hurts so much..."

He curled up in pain, rolling around on the floor as beads of sweat mingled with his tears, streaming down his pale face.

When he was beaten, he was too angry to feel any pain, as if he was in a state of invincibility.

But now, when he was alone, the pain of broken bones and torn flesh spread throughout his body.

"Ugh... It's so painful..."

Arnold was a grown man, but at this moment, he looked so pitiful as he gritted his teeth with tears streaming down his face. "Asher... I miss you so much... I miss you..."

his tears were from the beating

the Larson family house, Asher stood straight in the cold wind, his

the end, Asher could not resist picking up his phone to call

Arnold's phone being

it was

holding on to something that was destined to have

his tattered shirt and changed

bath. He could only force

his aunt to be able to a life in a warm and loving lamang the Thompsons. He did not even like dare to dream of

"From now on... Never..."

lips murmured, and he fiercely threw the towel into the basin, causing water

"As! If!"

want to

kept refusing him and

a thousand steps back, Arnold would

family anymore, and he did not care about anything in Meridan. He just wanted