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..."

no longer distinguish whether his tears were from the beating or because of his longing for

did not know was that right behind the Larson family house, Asher stood straight in the cold wind, his dark eyes unknowingly

end, Asher could not resist

Arnold's phone

it was

holding on to something that was destined to have no outcome

off his tattered shirt and changed into

loved to be clean, from taking a bath. He could only force himself to get a wet towel and wipe

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

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

he fiercely threw the

"As! If!"

did not want

if Asher kept refusing him

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

and he did not care about anything in Meridan. He just wanted Asher. God, please grant me this one wish for the sake of the many