The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The comments on the livestream were endless.

[OMG! If this is true, Mrs. Iverson is really pitiful. I want to go and hug her!]

[Christopher Iverson left his home at a young age and had to take care of his sick mother. He's truly a strong and resilient character. His life story is ready-made material for a TV drama!]

[Justin Salvador and Christopher Iverson are both incredibly handsome and have equally tragic backgrounds!]

[Fifteen years ago, James wasn't that old, right? If he could come up with such a vicious scheme, he must be a natural-born devil! I support Christopher in his comeback! He must reclaim what's lost!]

Public opinion overwhelmingly favored Christopher. He had brought his seriously ill mother before everyone tonight to gain sympathy and build a favorable image for himself, aiming to become the most influential figure in the Iverson family in the public eye.

Bella lowered her eyelashes, her fingertips brushing over her phone screen as she swiftly scanned through the comments. This was Christopher-ruthless and unscrupulous in achieving his goals. Even his own mother was not spared. He knew this would severely impact her mental state, yet he still exploited her.

heavily and glared with bloodshot eyes like an enraged bull. He shakily pulled out his phone. "How dare you slander me publicly? I'll call the police and have

down emotionally and vented his fury without restraint. "The two thugs who took your bribe back then, are they still alive? With Mr. Christopher's capabilities, it'll be a matter of time before he finds them, and they'll testify that

suspicion and disbelief as they

he need to target a weak woman?" Ryan poked the handsome and stern Justin beside her, puzzled. "Justin,

himself, who do you think is the most capable among the Iverson siblings? Who has the

Christopher. The other two

see that, do you think James can't?" Justin cast a sidelong

If successful, Lance would utterly despise Mrs. Iverson, and her son

realized the reasoning and then raised an

pressed into a cold line as he sent a message to lan, ignoring

this moment, Christopher pulled a clean handkerchief from his suit pocket gently wiping his mother's tears as he