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!"

deeper into his father's

eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at his son.

Bella's heart clenched.

barely escaping with his limbs intact. He had mortgaged their

with property values plummeting, even selling the house would

had no direct connection to Dr. Wagner, uncovered such details. It was undoubtedly Justin's doing. Bella's lips curved faintly.

his punches were futile. "You ungrateful brat! Do you want to kill

lazy gaze settled on Justin's

stared at the father and son, his cold silence more

you want?" Dr. Wagner

pierced the air. "Who ordered you to testify against me?

Wagner stammered, unable to form coherent