The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

With a faint click, the mechanism of the necklace snapped open. Inside was a black pill. He placed it in his mouth and swallowed it.

Bella's voice slowly faded away, vanishing from his consciousness.

It had been over a year since he needed to rely on medication to alleviate his headaches. He thought he would never have to use it again.

...

Meanwhile, in the study, Christopher clutched a medical report in his hands; his face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot and filled with despair.

"Mr. Iverson, your current health condition is not very optimistic." The doctor carefully chose his words. "The medical facilities on this island are extremely limited. If any sudden complications arise during your episodes, we won't be able to treat you properly. I strongly recommend that you seek treatment at a proper hospital within the month. There is still hope for alleviation."

Christopher's dry lips twisted slightly. "If I undergo active treatment, will I be cured?"

The doctor lowered his head, hesitating to answer.

it? I don't even have much time left." Christopher exhaled bitterly. The

pessimistic. If you actively

How much time do

hard. "At most...

Christopher closed his eyes, a bitter laugh escaping

been masking the symptoms; it has also damaged your organs." The doctor sighed. "In truth, it's a slow poisonthat's highly addictive. Users will become gradually dependent on it. It's like cancer. By the time the symptoms appear, it's already too late. Most cases are diagnosed in the late stages, when it's

Incurable...

in

like this?" Christopher turned his gaze toward the black rose on the windowsill that he had painstakingly

exorbitant price. These past ten years of glory and fame were all bought by draining my life away, bit

him, and Christopher had always felt a debt of gratitude toward him. He realized now that he had pawned himself off to the

death. I just can't bear to..." Thoughts of