The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

After spending a long time talking with Bella, both Asher and Steven noticed her lack of energy. Knowing that her body was still weak and in need of rest, they left her hospital room together.

"Our precious young lady-how has her life become so full of suffering ever since she met Justin?"

Stepping out of Bella's room, Steven expressed the heartache weighing on him. His voice trembled as he shared his concerns. "The frostbite on her hands is serious. I worry it will impact her ability to function normally in the future. She's one of the top surgeons in the country, not to mention a world-class sculptor. If her hands are ruined..."

"Enough." Asher's low voice cut him off. His eyes were red, clenching his fists so tightly his fingers ached. The pain in his heart was almost unbearable.

"We'll find the best medicine for her. We'll make sure she recovers fully, with not even a scar left behind."

"Mr. Asher." Steven hesitated before continuing, his voice raw and hoarse, "What I'm about to say might be difficult to hear."

breaking. "I know Justin is an incredible man. I know they love each other deeply. But if this is where their story is headed-this cruel, heartless ending—then I'd rather Justin vanish entirely

fully faded, the sound of steady footsteps echoed behind

lifted his gaze abruptly, while Steven spun around

suit, his tall and commanding figure holding a small, insulated

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flustered at first, but then he realized that everything he

are you here?" Asher frowned deeply. "I heard from my father that you were

one forged through life-and-death experiences. Even if they could not become

pressing into a

"Do you think she hasn't suffered enough because of you? Why do you still need to rub