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.

to hold her down but was

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

flailing wildly, Carrie slapped him, leaving behind

stunned, but he could not focus on anything

replied calmly. He proceeded to sit on the bed, using his strong arms to lift Carrie's frail waist. He pressed her firmly into his chest, ignoring

Carrie's face was so pale, and

it's okay... It's me, your brother, Ryan. I'm here. It's okay." Ryan's voice trembled as he tried to comfort her. He was at a loss for what

streamed down Carrie's face as she struggled to

heard it, though. His throat tightened and he softly replied, "Carrie Yasmin is no longer with us, but