The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Asher's face remained expressionless as he looked at Arnold. However, a wave of emotions surged internally. 'Last night, until now? Arnold had not slept all night and stayed by my door, just to see me?' As his thoughts returned, Asher's fingers balled into a fist by his side.

"Ash, what did I do wrong? Did I say something wrong? Please tell me." Arnold could not bear Asher's coldness and silence any longer. His voice trembled with anxiety as he stepped forward to grab Asher's hand.

However, Asher suddenly stepped back, leaving Arnold grasping at empty air. A chill swept over him from head to toe.

"Ash..."

"Dr. Larson." Asher's voice cut through sharply.

Arnold's pupils contracted. "What did you call me?"

"Dr. Larson." Asher's voice was even colder than before, as if he had returned to being the aloof eldest son of the Thompson family, untouched by the world.

"You have worked hard these past few days. My father's condition has stabilized, and you have stayed in Hatchbay for too long. You have not visited your family even once. Why not take some time to go home?"

It felt as if a bullet had pierced through Arnold's heart. Arnold's hand froze mid-air as he asked, "Did my aunt say something to you?!"

Asher shook his head. "What does this have to do with Aunt Mila? You are overthinking."

"Then why are you also trying to send me away?!" Arnold's voice broke, tears welling up in his eyes. "Ash, I don't want to go home... I don't want to go abroad. I want to stay by your side forever. It does not matter what reason or identity. As long as I can be with you, I don't need anything else! I just want you!"

eyes reddened, but his voice remained cold and harsh. "Dr. Larson, if you wish to stay at Yara Park a bit longer to accompany Aunt Mila, feel free to do so. But starting tonight,

that, Asher turned and walked away, his attitude

tightly, tears streaming down his

breath hitched, and his mouth opened

will do anything.

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forest because of me. I am not

me."

were said so easily. Each word was like a sharp knife stabbing into

voice, both of

instantly tensed as he forcefully pried Arnold's hands

eyes, his

as serene as ever, as if she had not witnessed their

Mila," Asher responded,

turned to Arnold. "Arnold, your brother has come to

he had

an expensive brown suit sitting on the sofa.

watch. Justin furrowed his brow, feeling