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."

face, trying to hold back tears, his whole demeanor on the verge of breaking. "I know Justin is an incredible man. I know they love each other deeply. But if

the sound of steady footsteps

his gaze abruptly, while Steven spun

before them was Justin, impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, his tall and commanding figure

was clear he had

his expression

flustered at first, but then he realized that everything he

stood firm, like a guard protecting the gate. "Justin? Why are you here?" Asher frowned deeply. "I heard from my father that you were seriously injured and needed to stay in

bond was one forged through life-and-death experiences. Even if they could not become family, they would

pressing into a thin line.

chest heaved with anger. "Do you think she hasn't suffered enough because of you? Why do you still need to rub salt