The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Dean was stunned for a moment before he replied, "Yes. I'll arrange for it tomorrow."

Ryan wanted to hang up, but Claire started wailing on the other end of the phone. "Ryan Hoffman! I am your mother! How could you imprison me in a mental hospital? You're out of your mind!

"Even if the Hoffman Group falls into your hands, even if you're the head of the family now, I'm not afraid of you! I'll give it everything I have and use all my connections to save Zoe! If you have the guts, kill me! Anyway, you don't want your mother anymore... I don't want such a heartless and ruthless son either! I want to sever our relationship!"

"Okay." Ryan did not hesitate and hung up the phone.

The world fell silent.

Dean stared at Ryan in a daze, asking in shock, "Mr. Hoffman, are you really severing ties with your mother? You've just gotten full control of the Hoffman Group. If word got out, I'm afraid those reporters would slander you. It would affect your reputation."

"It's not important."

Ryan's thin lips curled slightly, endless tenderness dancing in his eyes. "Having Carrie is enough for me."

Dean nodded, suddenly having an urge to cry. He muttered a silent prayer, 'God, please let them be together. Mr. Ryan has sacrificed too much to achieve this happiness...'

"Oh right, Mrs. Hoffman just said she wants to save Zoe. The best way would be to get her released for medical treatment, and her current situation does meet the criteria. Should we stop-”

"No need. If she wants to risk everything for her daughter, let her."Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Ryan's gaze was emotionless, and his voice was ice-cold, cutting through the edge. "As a mother, it's only fitting."

At midnight, Ryan did not return to rest. He rushed to the hospital to visit the woman he loved deeply.

In the quiet hallway, Justin and Arnold were talking about Carrie's injuries. Seeing Ryan arrive, Justin immediately pulled him aside.

"I got news from Ralph that Liam was killed in the hospital. Was it you?"

"Yeah." Facing his brother, Ryan did not mince words.

"That's too risky. This is murder! Although Liam deserves to die, doing so will drag you into huge trouble."

Justin grasped Ryan's shoulder

tightly. "If getting revenge requires sacrificing yourself, what's the point of revenge? Even if you don't think for yourself, you should think about Carrie Yasmin has already

sacrificed herself. If a live

happens to you, how will Carrie live on?"

Ryan's throat dried up, and his eyes moistened.

"Liam is dead. The police will treat you as their prime suspect because you have enough motives." Justin's breath became heavier as he formed a plan "I'll come up with something. to deal with the police. You just need to deny it to the end. I'll handle the rest."

"Justin, sorry. I did this to Carrie..."

Ryan's tall frame helplessly leaned forward, resting his forehead on Justin's shoulder. The man, who had forced himself to hold on until now, finally shed his armor and showed his vulnerable side.

Beads of burning tears soaked into Justin's suit. He felt distressed as he raised his arm, gently patting the man, who was crying like a child. "Ryan, it's not your fault. Nothing was your fault. You must be strong. You still have me, Bella, Arnold, and the others. We're all on your side." "I want to see Carrie."

In the ward, Carrie's frail body lay on the snow-white bed. She wore an oxygen mask, and the monitor tracked her weak heartbeat.