The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

In the living room of the Wagner residence, Dr. Wagner hugged his son, who was on the ground, bruised and battered. Both of them shivered uncontrollably, seeking warmth from each other.

Bella and Justin sat on the sofa, an arm's length away from each other. Once deeply in love, sharing their most intimate moments, the small gap between them now felt like an insurmountable chasm. It was a quiet, heartbreaking sight.

Justin's face remained expressionless and collected.

Bella stole a glance at him before lowering her gaze, her lips pressing together as her fingers traced where he had touched her shoulders. It still seemed to carry a trace of his lingering warmth.

"To think you dare mess with my friends? You are really fearless," Ryan sneered from above, flexing his gloved fingers menacingly.

"Chairman Hoffman... My son acted rashly because he was scared!" Dr. Wagner begged bitterly. "He was only worried about his father! Please! Have mercy on him. If you need to punish someone, punish me!"

"Oh! We have a devoted son here, do we?" Ryan's lips curled into a sinister smirk. "Such filial piety... Gambling abroad, racking up over $10 million in debt, squandering your parents' savings, and then hiding like a rat after returning home. What a joke!"

buried himself deeper into his father's embrace,

disbelief as he stared at his son. "Jerome. Is what Chairman Hoffman said true? Did you

Bella's heart clenched.

barely escaping with his

house would not cover the debt,

to Dr. Wagner, uncovered such details. It was undoubtedly Justin's doing. Bella's lips curved faintly. Once again, they were

pummeling his son. But his punches were futile. "You ungrateful brat!

settled on Justin's chiseled face. His

stared at the father and son, his cold silence more oppressive than words. The chilling aura made

what do you want?" Dr. Wagner cried

voice pierced the air. "Who ordered you to testify

Wagner stammered, unable to form