The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The hospital corridor was silent early in the morning, while the lights in the operating room had been on for ten hours.

Justin's lean figure sat unmovingly on the long bench. He had a calm expression, but his heavy gaze and bulging veins on his arms revealed his nervousness.

However, the people more nervous than him were the Jones siblings sitting opposite him, Coral and Jerell.

Jerell still did not know that his sister was suffering in the Iverson family. He was in disbelief that the people who ultimately stepped in to save his father were not the Iversons, whom they had always relied on, but Bella Thompson.

After half an hour, the lights went out.

The siblings grasped each other's hand tightly, and Justin stood up.

When the door opened, Bella walked out of the operation room, dressed in green surgical robes, looking exhausted.

Her palm-sized face was covered by the mask, only revealing her clear, gentle eyes.

heart suddenly pounded

Little Dove, who fought alongside him on the battlefield back

how could it

could she appear on Kridor's battlefield

he told her everything about him. How could she not speak

one-in-a-million chance, could Bella be the Little Dove, the one he

clenched into fists, the air he breathed into his

bitter lump formed in his throat. Just the slightest thought pulled at his soul, almost tearing

"Ms. Bella, my father..."

pale and dry lips. She was filled with anxiety but did not dare to ask further,

her mask, revealing her sweaty face. She heaved a breath of relief. "The surgery was very

settled. He immediately went forward to hold