The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Ryan only stayed at the hospital for one night. He did not sleep at all, spending the entire night taking calls, making calls, arranging press conferences, and contacting renowned psychiatrists and psychologists both domestic and international. He wanted to ensure his beloved received the best possible treatment.

Meanwhile, Logan seemed intent on overwhelming Ryan, disregarding whether he could endure the strain and pushing almost the entire Hoffman Group's affairs onto him. Dean could only watch helplessly, on the verge of tears.

While Ryan was getting his morning IV drip, Yasmin called to inform him that Carrie's condition had stabilized. He immediately pulled out the needle from his arm. He got up and put on his black coat as he headed for the door.

"Dean, prepare the car!"

"Mr. Hoffman, at least finish this bag of IV drip before you leave!" Dean's heart ached at the sight of Ryan exhausting himself. In just a few days, he had lost so much weight that his face was almost unrecognizable.

"I'm fine." Ryan had already stepped outside. His resolute figure exuded a sense of desolation, and his hoarse voice carried an urgent longing. "Nothing is more important than seeing my wife."

Crescent Bay,

Hoffman, Ms. Carrie is much better. She enjoyed her breakfast." Matt was respectful and calm, harboring no resentment. "Really? My wife... Did Carrie have a

in sweet memories. "Carrie does not like eating breakfast. I always had to coax her out of bed to eat breakfast. Every time, I would stay with her until she finished

Hoffman, you have been very considerate. Thanks for taking care of Ms. Carrie for such a long time,"

matter how he interpreted it, those

side, so she is well cared for. You need not worry. The weather has turned cold these

After a moment, he hoarsely

has said Ms. Carrie will not see any visitors while she is recuperating. Please

at the estranged term, coughing heavily. "Carrie is my fiancée,

you have your