The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The unconscious Bella was immediately rushed to the emergency department after Jace brought her to the hospital.

Just before she was wheeled into the emergency room, Bella faintly regained consciousness.

She vaguely recalled the man in black leather boots carrying her all the way to the hospital and into the emergency room.

His chilling, piercing aura felt strangely familiar to her. But Bella was in excruciating pain. Her mind was drowning in a haze of agony, leaving her no room to think of anything else.

During the harrowing moments of the surgery, Bella drifted into a state between waking and sleeping. In this hazy, dreamlike state, she began piecing together the events that had transpired since her time at Rose Island, linking the seemingly disconnected clues in her mind. Bella vaguely realized that Arnold's abrupt departure was only the beginning.

She could not let anyone else around her get hurt. So, even with only a fragment of awareness left, even in her battered condition, she refused to let her mind stop working.

Bella thought about RC Biotech's Research Facility in Meridan, Christopher's involvement in the drug trials, Jace who looked just like her fifth brother Hugh, as well as Christopher's suspicious death in prison that was allegedly from drug abuse. Finally, she thought of Justin, whose brain was damaged by the drugs, stripping him of his ability to feel emotions.

Today, Asher's former subordinate suddenly resurfaced to tear apart his relationship with Arnold. A suspicious car even stopped her from meeting Arnold at the airport before his flight.

to be a connection between

doctors and nurses moving hurriedly around her,

eyelids drooped heavily, her long lashes trembling with

yourself together! You can figure out what's

pool, sinking further and further. Just as she was on the verge of suffocating, about to fall into the arms of death, she faintly heard

Justin called her "Bella"

the one she wanted to see. What met her gaze was

was not the

It was Grant.

Thompson, you're finally awake!" Grant sat in his wheelchair, stationed

deep, dark eyes were fixed

tenderness as he said, "How do you feel? Where does it hurt? I've already

to come here. Don't worry, I won't let anything happen

moist eyes shimmered weakly, clear and pure, stirring