The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Mr. Arnold, the Larson family's private doctor is on his way now. Please hold on a little longer..."

"Ha... Doctors are something we never lack."

Arnold stood with his back against them, his voice carrying a cold defiance. "I'm also a doctor. I know my body better than anyone else. Get out!"

The bodyguards had no choice but to bow and leave.

The moment the door closed, Arnold collapsed to the floor, finally vomiting out a mouthful of blood he had been forcefully suppressing in his chest, which stained the luxurious carpet. "It hurts... It hurts so much..."

He curled up in pain, rolling around on the floor as beads of sweat mingled with his tears, streaming down his pale face.

When he was beaten, he was too angry to feel any pain, as if he was in a state of invincibility.

But now, when he was alone, the pain of broken bones and torn flesh spread throughout his body.

"Ugh... It's so painful..."

Arnold was a grown man, but at this moment, he looked so pitiful as he gritted his teeth with tears streaming down his face. "Asher... I miss you so much... I miss you..."

He could no longer distinguish whether his tears were from the beating or because of his longing for Asher.

did not know was that right behind the Larson family house, Asher stood straight in the cold

the end, Asher could not resist picking

Arnold's phone being turned off, Asher felt his

was for the

destined to have no outcome would only hurt

Arnold took off his tattered shirt and changed into clean

from taking a bath. He could only force himself to get a wet towel and wipe the dirt off his body

for his aunt to be able

life in a warm and

He did not

like

dream of

"From now on... Never..."

fiercely threw the towel into the basin, causing

"As! If!"

want

kept refusing him and pushing him

Asher took a thousand steps back, Arnold would just walk a