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The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2105
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Chapter 2105 Accompanied by Steven, Bella approached the inpatient wing on the southern side of the hospital.

As expected, the area was heavily guarded, almost impenetrable. Bella exchanged a glance with Steven, who understood immediately. He stepped forward, only to be coldly stopped by two of Christopher's bodyguards.

"You're not allowed in here!" "I'm the secretary to the CEO of the KS Group," Steven replied icily, though he could barely contain his disgust.

"Ms. Thompson heard that Mr. Iverson is ill and staying here, so she came to pay him a visit." The two bodyguards exchanged uneasy looks. They certainly recognized Bella, but Christopher's orders were absolute, and disobeying them could mean death. So, they had no choice but to politely decline. "Sorry, Ms.

Thompson, but we're just following orders..." Suspicious but unfazed, Bella smiled lightly. "In that case, |

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won't disturb Mr. Iverson's recovery." "Ms. Thompson!" Taylor came rushing over, immediately putting on a respectful, ingratiating smile upon seeing Bella. "Are you here to see Mr. Iverson? Please, come in, please!"

"I don't think so." Bella narrowed her cool aimond-shaped eyes. "lt seems Mr. Iverson wants some peace and quiet to recover and doesn't want to see anyone. | shouldn't impose." "No, no! You're Ms. Thompson, the person Mr. Iverson values the most! No one else can compare." Taylor panicked, trying desperately to persuade her. "If Mr.

Iverson sees you, it will lift his spirits and help him recover much faster!" Seeing Bella still hesitating, Taylor, now frantic, swung his arm and slapped both bodyguards hard across their faces, scolding them fiercely.

"You idiots! Don't you know how close Mr. Iverson and Ms.

Thompson are?! How dare you stop her? What's wrong with you?!" Steven felt a wave of nausea at the display.

Just then, with a soft thud, a white medicine box fell out of

Taylor's trouser pocket. Bella, quick to react, bent down and picked it up before he could. Her eyes darkened as she read the label-Diazepam.

Taylor's expression changed subtly, but he did not dare snatch the box from her.

"Taylor, what exactly is wrong with President Iverson that requires such tight security?" Bella asked coldly, handing the box back to him.

"Ah, it's just acute appendicitis." Taylor quickly put the box away, sighing dramatically. "Since taking over, Mr. Iverson has been overwhelmed with work, leading to various health issues. It's really heartbreaking to see." Bella's gaze sharpened. "Acute appendicitis requires Diazepam?"

"Ah, this medicine isn't for President Iverson. It's for my mother." Taylor chuckled nervously, stepping aside to let her pass. "Please, Ms. Thompson, go ahead." Bella's lips curved into a slight, knowing smile as she walked gracefully inside, her slender legs carrying her forward.

As Steven moved to follow, Taylor blocked him. "Mr.

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Iverson only wishes to see Ms. Thompson. No one else." Steven gritted his teeth in frustration, his eyes full of concern as he watched Bella enter alone. "Steve, wait for me here. I'll be quick," Bella said calmly, her voice steady as she walked in.

When Bella entered the room, Christopher was sitting up in bed, dressed in a blue and white striped hospital gown, reviewing documents. The moment he saw the person he had been thinking about, his eyes curved into a warm smile, deep and genuine.

"Bella, you're here!" Christopher welcomed her.

Bella's face remained icy, keeping a deliberate distance.

The mere thought of being near him made her feel sick, as if even sharing the same air was unbearable.

But she had no choice. She had to approach this dangerous man.

Only by getting close could she uncover the truth.

The soft, misty sunlight cast a gentle glow on Christopher's pale, refined features, making him look like a painting full of poetic grace and charm.

He had always been an exceptionally beautiful man.