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.

her frail and lonely form, Annabeth looked shattered, her face pale

shaking her

she pretended to be drunk to test Declan's feelings for

the royal family to have something to do with Declan's mother's

and Juliet, trapped in bitter

slowly sank to the ground, her tears falling drop

tonight was that

a toddler, her ability to speak was nothing short

the younger generation's eyes filled with

planned to inform Celeste and Steven first while

he would be mentally ready to become a grandfather and avoid an emotional

Bella had lovingly hand-

demeanor. "How noticeable

if you look up close, you can still see the repairs. But from a social

sorrow. "There's no such thing as perfect. No matter how skilled the tailor is, you can still see the damage. It cannot be fully repaired. It's all my fault for ruining

Madam's effort that was ruined. It was..." Ian's voice

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

suit pocket and pulled out a

ten-carat teardrop-shaped pink diamond, adorned with

of the diamond

only that, Justin poured all his effort into choosing the raw stone, designing, and crafting this