The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The security guard anxiously chimed in. "Mr. Iverson not only bought this nursing home when it was on the brink of closure, but he also invested a substantial amount to rebuild it, providing shelter for many elderly people abandoned by their children. He ensured they had food, a place to stay, and even free medical treatment. He treats our staff very well too, even providing us with insurance! Mr. Iverson is nothing short of a great philanthropist a genuinely good man. How could you say he's a heartless monster? You shouldn't speak such nonsense!"

The Thompson brothers were utterly shocked.

The Christopher they described seemed like a completely different person from the evil Christopher they knew, almost as if he had a split personality.

But Justin knew better than anyone that Christopher merely hid his true colors behind an image of sophistication, charm, kindness, and compassion.

"What did you say to the lady who came here this afternoon?" Asher asked, his chiseled face as cold as ice.

"Earlier, Mr. Iverson came by and instructed not only me but also the other staff that if that lovely lady showed up, we should bring her to see Mr. Iverson's mother. At the time, everyone else was busy, and I just happened to see her come in. I don't know anything about any scheme. I really don't know anything!"

to Justin, his expression grave. "I don't think my instincts are wrong.

to see her!" Justin demanded; his eyes were red

already left the nursing

Everyone was stunned.

hoarse, burning with desperation.

what they talked about, but Mrs. Iverson, whose condition had been stable, suddenly had a seizure, foaming at the mouth and convulsing all over. I ran to call for a helicopter, and the young lady was worried and insisted on staying with Mrs. Iverson. They left from the back garden of the nursing

face turned ashen, as if struck by lightning, and he dashed madly toward the

involved parties back to the station, while the Thompson brothers followed him to

garden felt oppressively cold, desolate,

grasping a brooch-a crimson diamond rose brooch that Bella frequently wore on her chest, a piece she had

imagine the worst, but even the mere thought felt like