The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2267

At that moment, a bitter, biting wind swept across Asher's face, as if slicing through the night.

"Matrix." The long-forgotten title echoed like a ghostly whisper from distant memories shrouded in blood and storms. Yet the mere sound of it sent shockwaves through Asher's chest, reverberating through every fiber of his being.

The voice had something familiar about it, but he could not place it.

"Who are you? A former subordinate from Overcast?" Asher turned his back to the others, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper.

"Ash..." Bella, noticing the sudden shift in his expression, felt her heart clench with worry.

"Oh, Matrix, so quick to forget," Elio's voice slithered through the phone, cold and venomous, each word a stab to Asher's already frayed nerves. "It seems no one else matters to you except Kairos, right?"

"You're... Elio?!" Asher's mind raced, sharp pain clawing at his chest. The darkness outside pressed in like jagged walls, closing in from all directions, suffocating him.

Kairos was Asher's hidden love, the scar that had never fully healed. He had buried that pain deep-too deep to touch, too raw to confront.

panic welled up inside him for a different reason. The sudden call and Arnold's absence stirred an overwhelming

sorry, Matrix. Did I interrupt

Arnold? What are you planning to do?" Asher's hand clenched into a fist, veins

let someone as pure as Dr.

rage, his mind on the verge of snapping. "Elio! I know... I know how much you've hated

To you, Dr. Larson is just a substitute. Don't you find it laughable to pretend like you're so deeply in love

truth, and his voice cracked as he roared, "No!

but Bella, knowing her brother's past all too well, felt a chilling horror creep through her body. Elio's laughter stopped abruptly, his voice now seething with fury. "He's not a substitute? Then what was Kairos? You promised

rage boiled over, transforming him into something primal, something savage." If you say 'substitute' one more time to insult Arnold... I

ahead and try." Elio's voice hissed with cold disdain. "Ever since Kairos's death, every day of my life has been

"Your precious Dr. Larson is

with an

The line went dead.

coat. Without a