The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Bella wasted no time. She rushed to the hospital with Steven by her side.

On their way to the hospital, Steven noticed how pale Bella was. His heart was filled with worry, and he could not help but urge her.

"Ms. Bella, you should go back and rest. You haven't fully recovered yet. You're pushing yourself too hard now. This late-night rush will take a toll on your health."

"I'm alright. I'm just worried about Grandpa Nigel..." Bella closed her tear-filled eyes. She felt a sharp pain in her chest, a bitterness rising within her.

Nigel's sudden illness stemmed from his distress over his gravely injured, unconscious grandson.

Yet, the one who had inadvertently caused this tragedy was none other than herself, the granddaughter whom Nigel had always cherished as his own.

By the time they reached the hospital, Bella's cold sweat had drenched her suit. She felt her steps were unsteady, as if she were walking on clouds. Outside the hospital ward, Matt was already waiting.

"Uncle Matt, I'm sorry I'm late." Bella's voice choked as her eyes welled up with tears.

too late. Please come

to make way for Bella. Bella, who had always been fearless and forthright,

the second young master, you're the one Mr. Salvador loves the

on, Ms. Thompson.

bathed the space where Nigel lay. He weakly

walked softly to the bedside, her voice

forced his tired eyes open. A faint smile broke through his sickly demeanor as he reached

I knew you would... You were always

emotions under control. But with just a few simple words from Nigel, her defenses crumbled. Like a child who had done something wrong, she stood

Nigel... I'm so sorry... It's all my fault... I

say this

thin, cold hand, heartbroken by how much weight she had lost. "I've never blamed you. Remember, no matter what happens, you will always be most beloved child. I was worried you'd overthink things, that you'd exhaust yourself... That's

Bella's delicate face. It was a sight