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

anyway!" Tormented physically and mentally for years, Colin broke down emotionally and vented his fury without restraint. "The two thugs who took your bribe back then,

filled with suspicion and

enjoys all the privileges. Why would he need to target a weak woman?" Ryan poked the

the Iverson siblings? Who has the most potential?"

be Christopher.

do you think James can't?"

meant suppressing Christopher. Although risky, this move had a high chance. of success. If successful, Lance would utterly despise Mrs. Iverson, and her son would become a thorn in his side and never be favored again. Thus, James could secure his position in the Iverson family

reasoning and then raised an eyebrow. "Ouch... Justin,

as he sent a message to lan, ignoring

suit pocket gently wiping his mother's tears as he spoke softly,