The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin and Ryan rushed over to the hospital. They sprinted to the ward entrance, just as a group of medical staff emerged.

"How's Carrie?" Ryan asked urgently, his face pale, as he grabbed the attending physician.

The doctor replied anxiously, "The patient's body is weak, and she suffered a severe mental shock. The situation only stabilized after receiving oxygen therapy. However, her mental state remains concerning." Ryan felt his heart constrict as he listened to the doctor's report. He quickly pushed into Carrie's room.

"Aah-Ah!"

Carrie was being held down on the bed by Gregory and Paul. Several tubes were attached to her frail body. As she struggled against them, she still looked beautiful, like a fragile porcelain doll desperately trying to break free. Her eyes were bloodshot, while her gaze was unfocused and frantic. Her mouth was wide open, emitting broken sounds as her slender hands clawed wildly in the air.

tried to hold her down but was afraid to hurt

this! Don't scare Daddy... Carrie!" Gregory's face

heaving violently. As he bent down, he heard a sharp crack. While she was flailing wildly, Carrie slapped him, leaving behind a shocking red mark across his cheek. Justin and Paul froze and quickly asked, "Are

also stood, stunned, but he could not focus on anything other

proceeded to sit on the bed, using his strong arms to lift Carrie's frail waist. He

Aaah..." Carrie's face was so pale, and her lips cracked

Ryan's voice trembled as he tried to comfort her. He was at a loss for what else to say.

as she struggled to

though. His throat tightened and he softly replied, "Carrie Yasmin is no longer with us, but I believe she isn't gone completely. She will always be in heaven,