The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Ryan sat beside the bed, holding her scarred hand against his cheek, gently rubbing it, and kissing her palm.

He usually doted on her, treating her like priceless, fragile porcelain.

He had taken such good care of her, yet those bastards trampled on his beloved in the mud, causing her to break apart...

"Carrie, I'm here. Open your eyes and look at me, okay?" Ryan's reddened eyes welled with tears, his pale lips slightly quivering as he muttered, pleading, "Wake up... Don't leave me alone." He sat there without moving until the sun rose.

Early the next morning, Gregory came to visit his daughter, accompanied by Paul.

When Justin, who stood guard outside the ward for the whole night, saw his father, he stood up with a complicated gaze.

"Were you sitting here the whole night without sleeping?" Looking at his deep eye bags, Gregory was shocked.

Justin said lightly, "Yeah. I'm not sleepy."

"How is this fine? This is the fourth day, right? A human can live for a maximum of seven days without sleep. Do you want to die?!" Gregory's brows furrowed deeply, and he blurted out in a panic.

at each other, an awkward tension lingering between

slightly. He could not believe that this man

Gregory's words seemed genuinely concerned. He was not used to

Paul buy some

boxes in his hands on

tasteless, specifically asking for burgers and whatnot. I don't

and added, "I heard Bella also stayed here yesterday night. I've bought breakfast for her. You

thought he had misheard Gregory and stared at him. "What

she has been busy helping Carrie, even bringing in

that girl, expression is as prideful as ever.

for a while, feeling complex emotions and

the scene

it was a blessing in disguise. The relationship between Gregory and Justin did not seem as hostile as before. "Who is the person in the ward?" Gregory stared

"It's Ryan."