The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Due to a large dose of sedatives and the immense psychological shock, Carrie did not wake up from her slumber even the next morning. But what about Ryan?

He stood in the frost-covered courtyard, solitary and alone. His body was completely numb from the cold, and his handsome face was pale, but he did not dare to move. He knew he could not hold on much longer, but he truly did not want to leave. He still hoped that Carrie would see him first when she woke up.

In the past, they had been together day and night, entangled with each other. But now, even seeing each other has become so difficult.

In his daze, Ryan vaguely heard the sound of steady yet urgent footsteps approaching him.

"Ryan, let me take you back." Justin's deep voice carried a hint of brotherly reproach, but it was filled with strong concern. "You are being too reckless! Torturing yourself like this is meaningless!"

"Hah..." Ryan's frost-laden eyelashes drooped, and his frozen face could not muster a proper expression. "Back then, you also spent many nights squatting outside Yara Park to seek forgiveness from Bella and her family. Why can't I do the same thing too?"

Justin was rendered speechless momentarily as his throat slightly choked. "Our situations are different."

"What's the difference? I want Grandpa Nigel to forgive me... I also want to see my wife... How is it different?!" Overcome with emotion, Ryan's mind grew muddled, and his weakened body slowly leaned forward.

"Ryan!" Justin immediately held him steady with both arms. Thankfully, he was taller and stronger than Ryan, as any other ordinary man might not have been able to hold him up.

were swollen and red with tears. He pressed his forehead against Justin's broad shoulder, breathing heavily. His voice was

his chest with his fist. "It really hurts here... Justin, it hurts so much, I think I'm going to die

hospital with me first. I'll take you for a check-up.” Justin patiently patted Ryan's trembling back, the shared pain welling up in his heart. “Then you can go to my place and get a good sleep. Let Wilma

Justin and Dean managed

IV drip on his arm, coughing. He had indeed

comments about Ms. Carrie." Dean stood by the bedside, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. i know doing this is not enough, but I believe that as long as you do not give up and patiently stay by Ms. Carrie's side,

the ceiling.

your wife is my duty," Dean

did your family suddenly target Carrie? Why are they fixating on her illness?

of all the directors." Ryan's large hand clenched the bed sheet,

Justin's brows furrowed sharply, like a blade slicing through

was more severe and malicious

up, his lips pale and purple. "When Liam presented the report, there was no sign of surprise on my grandfather's face He did not even touch the document. This means that the already aware of Carrie's condition before the board meeting, He

with Bethany, and they were sharing resources. Shannon was an addict and would do anything for her own benefit. Although she's a Salvador, Bethany should not have had access to this report. It would only make sense if Shannon gave