The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge



Bella squinted her bleary, dim eyes and silently stared at Asher for a moment. She shifted her body slightly, then closed her eyes again.

"Either you forget Justin, or you get up and awaken his feelings for you, making him fall in love with you again." Asher's eyes were intense, his dark pupils flickering with two flames." What is the point of wasting your life like this?"

"You're so noisy..." Bella buried her small face deep into the pillow. Her black hair spread across the white bedsheet, making her seem even more fragile and pitiable. "Go away... I want to sleep!"

The eldest brother was like a father; Asher saw this and felt a mix of anger, pain, and helplessness.

No matter how others tried to persuade her, it would be in vain. The only one who could unlock her heart was Justin.

"Ms. Bella, if you are hungry, you can ask the hotel chef to prepare something for you. Why are you just eating instant noodles?" Steven was deeply worried. "Eating too much instant noodles is bad for your health. What do you want to eat? I will make it for you."

"Instant noodles are tasty... I love them." Bella's voice was muffled but not entirely despondent. She still responded to questions.

Ralph understood that their little sister was a mischievous one. The normal approach would not work, so he needed an unconventional strategy.

He walked to the bed, leaned in close to her ear, and whispered like a devil, "I found out who has been in contact with Christopher these past few days."

A few seconds later, Bella sat up abruptly, her almond-shaped eyes wide open. "Who?!" "Oh, my... You reek!" Ralph pinched his nose in exaggerated disgust. "Tomorrow morning, the cleaning lady will come in and probably call the police, thinking it's a crime scene." Steven found Ralph's description too exaggerated, frowning and chuckling at the same time. "Go take a shower, then eat something proper. If you do as I say, I'll tell you what I found out."

This trick worked. Bella quickly climbed out of bed, her bare feet shuffling as she stumbled toward the bathroom.

Asher watched Bella's back, his brows knitting tighter. He saw her slightly hunched over, her thin legs trembling gently.

"Bella, what is wrong?" Asher asked with concern.

"I'm fine.... I will just wash up. It won't take long." Bella replied softly, her voice as faint as a

mosquito's buzz.

Asher sensed something was wrong with her breathing, and his heart tightened. He rushed towards her. "Bella, are you feeling unwell? I'll take you to the hospital right now!" "I'm not..."

The next moment, Bella felt a severe cramp in her stomach, like a spiny hedgehog running amok inside.

A spasm seized her, and she doubled over, coughing up a mouthful of bright red blood. "Bella!" Asher and Ralph shouted in unison, rushing to her side.

Steven, terrified out of his wits, quickly grabbed his phone to call for an ambulance.

Bella's eyes dimmed, her mouth still full of blood. Cradled in her brother's arms, she gradually lost consciousness.

After a comprehensive physical examination, Justin met the discharge standards and could return home to recuperate.

Ian brought over a new outfit, helping Justin put them on piece by piece.

While tying the tie, he naturally thought of those countless sunny mornings when Bella had always tied Justin's tie for him.

Bella was skilled. She could tie all sorts of styles, and every time she finished, Justin would wrap his arms around her from behind, hold her tight, and kiss her deeply.

Would there ever be another chance to see such a beautiful scene again?

Ian, feeling unwilling, muttered, "Um, Mr. Salvador..."

Justin remained silent, his long lashes lowered, his cold eyes glancing at him.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Just as Ian gathered his courage to mention Bella, a figure in a white coat leisurely walked in from outside the door.

"Mr. Justin, you look quite good today." Clarice smiled gently, her expression calm as she walked up to him. "Congratulations on your recovery and discharge!"

As she spoke, she brought out a bouquet of creamy white tulips that had been hidden behind her, then presented them to him.

Justin hesitated for a moment, but eventually took them. "Thank you, Dr. Amaryllis."

"Old Master Nigel and Chairman Salvador are on their way to pick you up. Your elders are very concerned about you." Clarice's light pink lips curved slightly. "Mr. Grant is not feeling well today, so he sent me to pick you up. If you need any assistance, I am a doctor after all, and it's good to have someone to rely on."

Justin's voice was low, his expression indifferent. "Grant is very thoughtful."

Ian stood behind this woman, silently observing her from head to toe. For some reason, every time he saw her, he felt uncomfortable, as if something was pressing against his chest, blocking his airways.

It was a feeling both familiar and strange, indescribably odd.

Just then, Ian's phone rang. It was a call from the board, and he could not delay it, so he hurried out to answer it.

At this moment, only Justin and Clarice remained in the ward.

The man turned around to face the mirror, trying to tie his tie by himself.

However, after a few minutes, it was still a mess, with no order at all.

Justin frowned, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. In his frustration, he blurted out, "Bella, help me."