The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Due to a large dose of sedatives and the immense psychological shock, Carrie did not wake up from her slumber even the next morning. But what about Ryan?

He stood in the frost-covered courtyard, solitary and alone. His body was completely numb from the cold, and his handsome face was pale, but he did not dare to move. He knew he could not hold on much longer, but he truly did not want to leave. He still hoped that Carrie would see him first when she woke up.

In the past, they had been together day and night, entangled with each other. But now, even seeing each other has become so difficult.

In his daze, Ryan vaguely heard the sound of steady yet urgent footsteps approaching him.

"Ryan, let me take you back." Justin's deep voice carried a hint of brotherly reproach, but it was filled with strong concern. "You are being too reckless! Torturing yourself like this is meaningless!"

"Hah..." Ryan's frost-laden eyelashes drooped, and his frozen face could not muster a proper expression. "Back then, you also spent many nights squatting outside Yara Park to seek forgiveness from Bella and her family. Why can't I do the same thing too?"

Justin was rendered speechless momentarily as his throat slightly choked. "Our situations are different."

"What's the difference? I want Grandpa Nigel to forgive me... I also want to see my wife... How is it different?!" Overcome with emotion, Ryan's mind grew muddled, and his weakened body slowly leaned forward.

"Ryan!" Justin immediately held him steady with both arms. Thankfully, he was taller and stronger than Ryan, as any other ordinary man might not have been able to hold him up.

"Justin... I miss my wife." Ryan's eyes were swollen and red with tears. He pressed his forehead against Justin's broad shoulder, breathing heavily. His voice was hoarse as he sobbed. "Without seeing Carrie, feel like my heart has been dug out."

He pounded his chest with his fist. "It really hurts here... Justin, it hurts so much, I think I'm going to die from the pain."

"Listen to me. Come to the hospital with me first. I'll take you for a check-up.” Justin patiently patted Ryan's trembling back, the shared pain welling up in his heart. “Then you can go to my place and get a good sleep. Let Wilma take care of you. When you wake up, I will let you see Carrie."

After much persuasion, Justin and Dean managed to get Ryan into the car.

At the hospital, Ryan lay in the ward with an IV drip on his arm, coughing. He had indeed fallen ill from the cold.

"Mr. Ryan, I have deleted all the

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videos online and controlled the negative comments about Ms. Carrie." Dean stood by the bedside, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. know doing this is not enough, but I believe that as long as you do not give up and patiently stay by Ms. Carrie's side, everything will get better in time." NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Ryan stared at the ceiling. "Thank you."

"Please do not say that. Serving you and your wife is my duty," Dean quickly shook his head.

Justin finally asked with a dark expression, "Ryan, why did your family suddenly target Carrie? Why are they fixating on her illness? This is very strange."

"At the board meeting yesterday, Liam presented Carrie's psychiatric report in front of all the directors." Ryan's large hand clenched the bed sheet, the veins bulging.

"What did you say?" Justin's brows furrowed sharply, like a blade slicing through the center.

The situation was more severe and malicious than it seemed.

"Looking back now, everything was wrong from the very beginning." Ryan struggled to sit up, his lips pale and purple. "When Liam presented the report, there was no sign of surprise on my grandfather's face He did not even touch the document. This means that

the,

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already aware of Carrie's condition before the board meeting, He had been condoning Liam's actions from the start. But who did Liam get this confidential document from? Grandpa Nigel and Chairman

Salvador would not leak it, and

Shannon is already dead."

"Who else could it be but Bethany?" Justin's eyes flared with anger. "Before she died, Shannon was in cahoots with Bethany, and they were sharing resources. Shannon was an addict and would do anything for her own benefit. Although she's a Salvador, Bethany should not have had access to this report It would only make sense if Shannon gave her the report."

Ryan's pupils contracted. "Bethany is colluding with Liam?"

"Don't forget, you have a sister who loves to stir up trouble." Justin let out a chilling laugh. "She and Bethany have always been close. She's the perfect middleman."

If the Iverson family always relied on Christopher when in doubt, then the Hoffman family relied on Zoe. God must have been playing a sick joke to let these two rotten characters find each other.

At that moment, lan's call came through.

Justin answered on speakerphone. “Ian, what's the situation?"

"Mr. Salvador, our bodyguards monitoring Tideview Manor reported that last night, Bethany drove out alone to the Hillside Club in the western suburbs."

Justin exchanged a grim look with Ryan. "Who did she meet there?"

"Our people staked out for most of the night. After Bethany left, Zoe and the mayor's son, Jason, came out not long after. However, they did not leave together but got into their respective cars and drove off separately."