The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2026



"You animal... G-Give me... Give me the medicine..."

A loud crash echoed through the room.

Lance could no longer hold himself up. Clutching his chest in agony, he collapsed straight to the floor, knocking over the coffee table.

"Dad, I'll give you one last chance."

Christopher leaned in slightly, looking down at him like a man would regard a dying, pathetic old dog. "If you kneel down and beg me right now, I'll give you the medicine. You always taught us to recognize when to yield. Isn't that what you said when we were kids?"

"Bastard... Dream on!"

Lance's face twisted in fury, his eyes filled with hatred as he tried to crawl toward Christopher's feet. However, no matter how hard he struggled, he could not get up.

Christopher took a step back, as if Lance were filthy and repulsive.

Lance's pallor turned from ghastly white to ashen gray.

The sight of his father's suffering stirred a dark pleasure in Christopher's heart. He could not help but laugh, his laughter growing so intense that tears began to well up at the corners of his reddened eyes.

your favorite son on his way. I don't mind sending you to join him. Go on, reunite with your precious son, Charles, in the afterlife." "Charles... My... My Charles..." Lance stared with

agonized expression

hand finally fell limp just

room plunged into a deathly silence, cold and still

He lowered his head to gaze at the man who now lay dead at his feet, eyes

you did to me and Mom. I could have found a way to reconcile with you." His fingers curled into his palms, pressing

himself. "I was supposed to be your best child. I could have walked a wide and righteous path. I could have stood before Bella with no shame, like Justin. However, you destroyed the real Christopher. You destroyed the

office. They

Christopher staggered out, looking

He's having a heart attack!

the panicked

cold and indifferent eyes, everything became clear

frantic. He fumbled to make the call while rushing off to get

off the office, and began resuscitation efforts on

it was too

said regretfully, "My condolences." In front of everyone, Christopher's eyes grew vacant. His entire

a devastated, filial son mourning the

not help but feel

and with the paramedics rushing in and out, news

the same time, the news of the Iverson Group's Chairman

Christopher, flanked by his secretary and bodyguards, finally managed to break through the crowd of reporters and