The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Taylor opened the hospital room door with a sullen expression. A smiling, unfamiliar nurse stood outside, holding a tray.

"Hello, Mr. Iverson. It's time for your medication. Delaying it could affect your condition," she said.

"You're not the regular nurse on duty," Taylor remarked warily, scrutinizing her.

"I was just transferred here yesterday. My name is Cece. The previous nurse was in a car accident, and we're short-staffed." Cece explained. "Rest assured, I've signed a confidentiality agreement. I won't reveal anything I'm not supposed to."

"Come in," Taylor responded coldly, stepping aside to let her through.

The nurse entered and placed the tray on the bedside table. Just as she was about to touch Christopher, he spoke in a firm voice. "You're not needed here. My secretary can handle the injection. Leave."

at first,

hold himself together. He wrapped his trembling arms

medication despite knowing

his face began to regain some color. Taylor sighed, torn between helplessness and frustration. He found it increasingly difficult to

this medication to Dr. Cobb for testing. Also, investigate the background of that new nurse," Christopher ordered, his gaze lingered on the used syringe

Mr. Iverson, I'll handle it right away." He understood the

the room, looking noticeably more relaxed. "Mr. Iverson, the medication has been verified, it's fine, and

mind replaying the visit from Bella earlier. He could still imagine her warmth, and

drugs induced powerful feelings of anxiety and even hallucinations. It was the real reason he could not quit them. He felt as though he was being