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."

nurse hesitated at first, then obediently left

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

despite knowing it

and his face began to regain some color. Taylor sighed, torn between helplessness and frustration. He found it increasingly difficult to discern whether the mysterious benefactor had truly

background of that new nurse," Christopher ordered, his gaze lingered

handle it right away." He understood the

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

closed his eyes, his mind replaying the visit

hallucinations. It was the real reason he could not quit them. He felt as though he was being enveloped in the tender embrace of his beloved Bella. That she was right by his