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.

son stared at each other, an

slightly. He could not believe that this man actually cared about

seemed genuinely concerned. He was

his throat. "I had Paul buy some breakfast. You haven't eaten

takeout boxes in his hands

picky and complains that the hospital food is tasteless, specifically asking for burgers and whatnot. I don't know what's so tasty about it. He can't seem to have enough of

here yesterday night. I've bought breakfast for her. You two can

and stared at him. "What

she has been busy helping Carrie, even bringing

girl, expression is as prideful as ever. helped

was stunned for a while, feeling complex emotions and unsure

took the scene in and

between Gregory and Justin did not seem as hostile as before. "Who is the person

"It's Ryan."