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..."

longer distinguish whether his tears were from the beating or because of

Larson family house, Asher stood straight in the cold wind, his dark eyes unknowingly becoming moist and

could not resist picking

message of Arnold's phone

it was for

was destined to have no outcome would

his tattered shirt

prevented him, who loved to be clean, from taking a bath. He could only force himself to

life in

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

fiercely threw the towel into the basin,

"As! If!"

did not want to give

if Asher kept refusing him and pushing him

a thousand steps back, Arnold would just walk a thousand and one steps toward

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