The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Bella's condition had only just reached the minimum requirement for discharge, yet she kept it a secret from her family and left the hospital eagerly.

Steven helped her into the car when Wilma's call came through.

"Wilma, how have you been lately?" Bella asked. Her hands were still wrapped in bandages, so Steven held the phone for her.

"I'm fine, Young Madam, but I heard from Young Master Justin that you were injured!"

"I've been discharged, so there's no need to worry." Bella's thoughts drifted to that day when she had spilled soup all over Justin. It had soaked his three-piece suit entirely.

She had not expected the man to have a backup plan, as if he anticipated her tantrum. It turned out that there was another bowl of soup in the flask.

After he left, Bella felt hungry and worn out from their argument. So she struggled to her feet and painstakingly finished the remaining bowl of soup herself.

"Wilma, when I was in the hospital, did you ask Mr. Salvador to bring me soup?" Bella's eyes curled with a smile." It was delicious. It's unmistakably your cooking. Thank you!"

"No, Young Madam! That soup wasn't mine. The young master made it himself!"

"He did?" Bella's expression froze in shock.

"The day before, the young master purposely went to a farm to buy a free-range chicken. Can you imagine such a well-dressed man stepping into the mud? His suit was covered in chicken feathers, and he reeked of chicken droppings!" Wilma's vivid storytelling made Bella laugh.

"I've watched the young master grow up, and I've never seen him look so disheveled before. He even caught the chicken himself. If word got out, it would go viral on social media. It was hilarious!"

Bella listened in disbelief, her heart trembling with emotions she couldn't suppress.

looked like a crime scene!" Wilma continued. "He

Corporation, sneezed so

could not help but chuckle as she shook her

his heart into it, spending an entire day preparing it! Young Madam, you should

in turmoil-a

like finding a piece

sat

Park?" Steven asked in a soft voice, noticing

home." Bella's lips

"You're not planning to return to work at

Fifth Prison." Bella shook off the tangled emotions that Justin had evoked, her brow smoothing into a resolute,

there's more to this story than meets the eye-something deeper. While

if that prisoner turns out to be just an ordinary convict with no hidden truths, would you still

confident smile. "Think of it as

day, and traffic was light.

fully recovered yet. Why don't you stay in the car with the heater on? I'll go scout things out for you," Steven said, unbuckling his

with you." Bella opened her slightly weary almond-shaped eyes. But just as

away, a black car was approaching the

switched to a modest vehicle instead of the ostentatious Rolls-Royce for

outside the prison. Through the windshield, Bella caught a glimpse of a vaguely

as she instinctively reached out, pressing a