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."

courtyard in Crescent Bay, but Ryan was once again refused entry by

Matt was respectful and calm,

I always had to coax her out of bed to eat breakfast. Every time, I would stay with her until she finished breakfast

for taking care of Ms. Carrie for such a long time," Matt said with

a sharp pain in his chest. No matter how he interpreted

for her. They're both by Ms. Carrie's side, so she is well cared for. You need

Matt!" Ryan anxiously grabbed Matt's arm, his parched lips quivering, unable to find his voice. After a moment, he hoarsely pleaded. "Can I see Carrie? I want to see her. I miss her

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

heavily. "Carrie is my fiancée, my beloved! My family!

understand you