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, then obediently

gone, Christopher could no longer hold himself together. He wrapped his trembling arms together while his facial muscles twitched

reluctantly administered the medication despite knowing it was akin

some color. Taylor sighed, torn between helplessness and frustration. He found it increasingly difficult to discern whether the mysterious benefactor had truly elevated Mr. Iverson

that new nurse," Christopher

right away." He understood the unspoken

verified, it's fine, and Cece's background is clean. The

closed his eyes, his mind replaying the visit from Bella earlier. He could still imagine her warmth,

he was being enveloped in the tender embrace of his beloved Bella. That she was right by his side, caring for