The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2095

The air turned heavy and suffocating

Drew confirmed the suspicions Declan first gathered from their father.

This sent waves of turbulent emotions crashing through him.

Declan's usually unshakable demeanor faltered as if he had lost all strength, leaving him drained and weakened.

"Dec, our father's health is only being held together by the combined efforts of Ash, Arnold, Bella, and Justin. He can't withstand any more shocks or disturbances. If you can't manage your relationship with that princess, it will inevitably pose a huge threat to the Thompson family in the future."

Drew narrowed his eyes, his expression cold as ice. "If you can't handle it, I can do it for you. My words can be just as ruthless."

"No. There's no need for that."

Declan lowered his long lashes to hide his pain. His voice was rough and almost unrecognizable. “I've already made it very clear to her that we're finished. I've also told her we'll never have further contact. I only brought her back tonight because I didn't want her to be a drunk girl lying alone in the corridor. There's nothing more than that."

Seeing his gloomy brother, Drew sighed in resignation and placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. "Let's go, Dec. If we don't, Bella will start to worry."

The two brothers left the room.

As the door closed behind them with a creak, another door slowly opened.

Annabeth looked shattered,

in disbelief, shaking her head as searing pain spread through

to be drunk to test Declan's feelings

royal family to

like Romeo and Juliet, trapped

to the ground, her tears falling

tonight was that

toddler, her ability to

eyes filled with

pregnancy private. She planned to inform Celeste and Steven first while

to become a grandfather and avoid

suit Bella had lovingly hand- stitched for him

"How noticeable are the repairs on the suit, Ian?" Justin asked,

eyes wide, circled around the man, inspecting him from all angles. He touched his chin thoughtfully." Well, if you look up close, you can still see the repairs.

with sorrow. "There's no such thing as perfect. No matter how skilled the tailor is, you can still see the damage. It

Young Madam's effort that

he did not want to mention that vile woman's name. It would be disgusting and ominous if he

pocket and pulled out

it to reveal a ten-carat teardrop-shaped pink diamond, adorned with delicate white

size and cut of

effort into choosing the raw stone,