The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Everyone's gaze focused on the open door. Christopher stood there, in full view, dressed in a suit, pushing a frail woman in a wheelchair.

"Bella, who is that woman in the wheelchair?" Justin asked, looking puzzled.

"She is Lance's wife and Christopher's mother," Bella replied, her brows furrowed as she looked at Mrs. Iverson.

Justin's eyes narrowed slightly as he vaguely remembered seeing Christopher's mother once at Celeste's birthday banquet.

Under her son's careful grooming, Mrs. Iverson appeared elegant and noble at that time. Though ill, she still had a beautiful appearance and an extraordinary temperament, reminiscent of a wealthy lady from years past.

However, this time, her condition had clearly deteriorated. Her temples were gray, and her cheeks were sunken. Despite the warmth of the banquet hall, she still needed a blanket draped over her shoulders. Her face showed discomfort under the strangers' gazes.

The Iverson father and son were shocked. Especially Lance, who was looking at his long-abandoned wife from a distance. He felt a mix of anger and resentment. He knew exactly what Christopher intended. Now that his son had gained a prominent position in the Iverson family, his first priority was to make up for his mother's suffering and restore her lost dignity.

But this woman's betrayal was vivid in his mind. No one could erase that. Christopher's public appearance with this woman was a blatant test of Lance's limits, a deliberate provocation. It also indicated one thing, although his fourth son was trying to please him in every way, Christopher had his own agenda.

"Dad, what Christopher is doing is outrageous and selfish!" James gritted his teeth, glaring at Christopher and his mother. "Bringing this crazy woman here is a deliberate attempt to embarrass our family. Just when that scandal was finally laid to rest, she showed up again, bringing it all back. Christopher claims to respect you, but he clearly does not care about your reputation. This punk is too cunning!" Lance's expression grew even darker.

guests looked at Mrs. Iverson with surprise,

not look like a

to have some mental

in Sentania for years, living

a hundred days of grace. Chairman Iverson

"I do not like this kind of place. Let's go home,

scared. I'm here," Christopher whispered gently into her ear. "Look, Bella

son's gaze and saw Bella standing there gracefully. A joyous smile slowly formed on her withered face, and her dull eyes brightened. Suddenly, she called out. "Bella! Bella!" Everyone's eyes instantly focused on Bella. As Christopher pushed Mrs. Iverson toward her, Bella momentarily held her breath but

long time no see. How have you been

Bella's waist. His fingers turned white, and the veins on the back of his hand popped out prominently. He stared unblinkingly at Christopher, his dark eyes barely containing his rage. Christopher adjusted his glasses

to Bella's hand "Have you been busy lately? Why haven't you come to see Chris? Did

you angry? Bella, don't

You mean

to him!"

guests gossiped even more. Although Mrs. Iverson's words were innocent, they sounded quite ambiguous to

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