The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

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The security guard anxiously chimed in. "Mr. Iverson not only bought this nursing home when it was on the brink of closure, but he also invested a substantial amount to rebuild it, providing shelter for many elderly people abandoned by their children. He ensured they had food, a place to stay, and even free medical treatment. He treats our staff very well too, even providing us with insurance! Mr. Iverson is nothing short of a great philanthropist a genuinely good man. How could you say he's a heartless monster? You shouldn't speak such nonsense!"

The Thompson brothers were utterly shocked.

The Christopher they described seemed like a completely different person from the evil Christopher they knew, almost as if he had a split personality. But Justin knew better than anyone that Christopher merely hid his true colors behind an image of sophistication, charm, kindness, and compassion. "What did you say to the lady who came here this afternoon?" Asher asked, his chiseled face as cold as ice.

“Earlier, Mr. Iverson came by and instructed not only me but also the other staff that if that lovely lady showed up, we should bring her to see Mr. Iverson's mother. At the time, everyone else was busy, and I just happened to see her come in. I don't know anything about any scheme. I really don't know anything!"

"Justin." Ralph leaned in close to Justin, his expression grave. "I don't think my instincts are wrong. He doesn't seem to be lying."

"Is Christopher's mother here now? Take us to see her!" Justin demanded; his eyes were red and looked intimidating.

"Mrs. Iverson has already left the nursing home."

Everyone was stunned.

Justin's voice was hoarse, burning with desperation. "Then where is my wife?!"

"After the young lady met with Mrs. Iverson, I'm not sure what they talked about, but Mrs. Iverson, whose condition had been stable, suddenly had a seizure, foaming at the mouth and convulsing all over. I ran to call for a helicopter, and the young lady was worried and insisted on staying with Mrs. Iverson. They left from the back garden of the nursing home..."

Upon hearing this, Justin's handsome face turned ashen, as if struck by lightning, and he dashed madly toward the back garden.

The police took all involved parties back to the station, while the Thompson brothers followed him to the garden.

Even now, the garden felt oppressively cold, desolate, and stifling.

“Justin!” Asher and Ralph rushed over to him, only to find him kneeling on the ground, his damp palm grasping a brooch—a crimson diamond rose brooch that Bella frequently wore on her chest, a piece she had handcrafted herself.

They did not dare to imagine the worst, but even the mere thought felt like unbearable torture.

"Asher, Justin, I did a quick scan of

the area. I don't think that nurse was lying," Ralph Said, kneeling next to

Justin, trai

to stay cool even though he was worried. "There's no sign of a fight or anything crazy going on. Another nurse just told us they saw Bella get on the helicopter with some medical staff. It looks like she went with them willingly to go with Mrs. Iverson. Nobody forced her to do it."

"That's exactly what makes it so suspicious."

Justin stared down at the rose brooch in his hand, the sharp edges digging into his skin and staining the crimson Jewel with his own blood "Christopher manipulated everyone here, even his own mother. She was just a pawn used to trick Bella onto that helicopter."

"Justin is right!" Asher agreed. "The only way to get Bella to go with them willingly was to exploit her compassion and kind nature. Mrs. Iverson was just a pawn, and Christopher's real plan was to use that helicopter to kidnap Bella!"

"Oh my God! If that's the case, then Bella must have already left the borders of Sentania by now! It's been over ten hours!" Ralph's face was drenched in sweat, his heart burning with anxiety.