The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Hahaha! Cecily! Quick, bring out the best wine we have at home. I want to drink and celebrate!" Cameron, feeling exhilarated after watching a good show today, burst into loud laughter as he entered the house, startling the golden parrot nearby into flapping its wings wildly.

"Why isn't he dead yet? Why isn't he dead yet?" The parrot squawked in a high-pitched voice, mimicking Cameron's tone perfectly.

"Haha! My precious, your timing is impeccable! This time, that old man is really close to dying-really close! Hahaha!" Cameron grinned broadly, puckering his lips to tease the bird.

"Dad, who's shouting in the middle of the afternoon? You woke me up from my nap," Cecily yawned as she descended the stairs, her long hair loose around her shoulders. She asked lazily, "What happened to make you so happy?"

Cameron leisurely sat on the sofa, his lips curling into a sinister smile. "This afternoon at the board meeting, Wyatt had a seizure in front of everyone!"

"Really?!" Cecily's face lit up with joy.

From a young age, she grew up hearing her father's endless frustration and complaints.

Influenced by this, Cecily came to see their family's number one enemy as her uncle's family.

great he was, claiming that his older brother suppressed him because he was jealous of his talent. He blamed his brother for his lack of success, reducing him to just a board

more so, despised Bella,

that's not all. He even wet his pants in front of all

gosh! That's so disgusting!" Cecily looked repulsed but couldn't

hug and excitedly kissed her on the cheek. "Cecily, you have no idea how satisfying it was for me! After bottling up my resentment for decades, I finally got

a pathetic state. He can't even

should just step

of vicious hatred flashed in his eyes. "No, I don't only want him to

doesn't

high again!" Cameron's words were so fierce and malicious that even Cecily felt a chill

since he was young. He took whatever good things he wanted, and he even hogged that woman. He has no one to blame for his downfall but himself-it's all

help but gasp, "Dad, what