The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2002



Recently, Yvonne had been working even harder at Pivotage to please Christopher. However, in secret, she never stopped gathering evidence of his crimes. Despite the difficulties and the ever-present risk of death, she was determined to walk this path.

Today was Yvonne's monthly volunteer day at the orphanage. She woke up early, washed up, put on her volunteer uniform, and grabbed the gifts she had prepared for the children before hurrying out.

"Ms. Smith! You are here so early!"

"Good morning, Ms. Smith!"

"How have you been, Ms. Smith?"

The teachers and volunteers greeted Yvonne warmly. Here, she was the beloved center of attention. Yvonne responded to everyone's greetings and handed out the snacks she had made.

"Wow! Ms. Smith, you made these pineapple pies again! We love them so much!"

A young caretaker could not resist and took a bite, a look of bliss spreading across her face. "Ms. Smith, it's a pity you can only come once a month. If you could come every week, or even every day, we would be so lucky!"

Yvonne smiled gently but felt a pang in her heart. She wished she could come more often, but she couldn't. Her life was uncertain and unstable. If she suddenly stopped coming, it would be less painful for them if her visits were infrequent and detached.

Smith, it's about time. The children are waiting for you." A teacher hurried over

"Alright, I'm coming."

...

wrote on the blackboard with delicate, elegant handwriting, mirroring her own refined demeanor. The children diligently copied

at the back

as she made a sign. Drew's pupils contracted, and his heartbeat quickened. He realized then that the children in this class

language, yet their communication was seamless and

intently at Yvonne,

work outfit and had her hair tied in a casual ponytail. Today, she looked different-no meticulously done makeup or glamorous red lips,

Yvonne did not notice Drew standing outside for a

in here?" A teacher ran

his dark eyes.

you looking for? Outsiders can't just

loud enough to catch Yvonne's attention. Seeing the familiar figure that made her heart race, Yvonne hurriedly rushed to the door. "Oh! This is... This is my