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."

hesitated at first, then obediently left the

longer hold himself together. He wrapped his

administered the medication despite knowing it was akin to drinking poison to quench

and frustration. He found it increasingly difficult to discern whether the mysterious benefactor had truly elevated Mr. Iverson

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

I'll handle it right away."

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

can leave now. I need to rest." Christopher closed his eyes, his mind replaying the

even hallucinations. It was the real reason he could not quit them. He felt as though he was being enveloped in the tender embrace of