The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

That evening, Wyatt was admitted to a VIP ward at the Thompson family's hospital in Hatchbay. When Bella and Justin brought him in, Asher and Arnold were already waiting.

It had only been a few days, but Bella noticed that Arnold looked much thinner and visibly exhausted, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. There was no time for small talk. As the medical staff wheeled Wyatt into the examination room, Arnold followed them immediately.

Before entering, Arnold glanced back at Asher, his lips parting slightly as he mouthed, "Don't worry, I'm here."

As the door closed, everyone's hearts sank. Asher stared fixedly at the door. His breathing stifled as he felt an intense pang of anxiety. He was worried about his father's condition and about Arnold's health. That morning, Arnold mentioned that his back wound was still aching. Asher had wanted him to rest more, but upon hearing about Wyatt's situation, Arnold had jumped up as if invigorated, insisting on returning to Hatchbay.

During the trip back, Asher gripped the steering wheel with one hand while Arnold played with his other hand. The little fox would squeeze and rub it, not wanting to let go.

Asher said, "Your body is barely recovered, and now you are taking on such intense work. You can't handle it."

Arnold replied, emphasizing his manhood, as if afraid that Asher was bewitched by his overly beautiful face and would abandon

had gazed longingly at Asher's handsome profile, not hiding his burning desire. The next second, he leaned over and planted a deeply affectionate kiss on Asher's cheek. Asher's deep

on, I will take care of Dad's illness. Don't think about finding another doctor for him. You can only rely on me," Arnold said as he lifted his chin proudly. This time, when Arnold

slight quiver in his throat. A feeling of warmth spread through his

you get Arnold to come back from

long time. But in the end, he left. Asher did not know that Arnold had endured family punishment, was imprisoned, and had stood

multiple abrasions and cuts, as if Arnold had fought his way out of a battlefield. Asher dared think deeply

I had waited for him a little longer that day..." Asher murmured,