The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

On the day of Yasmin's funeral, the sky unexpectedly cleared up after being gloomy for several days.

In the quiet and solemn cemetery, Ryan stood before Yasmin's tombstone with lowered eyes that were now devoid of any light. He placed a bouquet of chrysanthemums on her grave, while on the side was the broken gemstone.

Soon after, Bella, Justin, Asher, Arnold, Axel, Roza, lan, Amelia, Ralph, Drew, and Dean also stepped forward to offer their flowers and condolences.

The women shed tears quietly, and the men were also engulfed in immense sadness, but they forcefully restrained their emotions as they comforted their partners.

Only Ralph, who was a police officer and was used to seeing death, stood there with reddened eyes, his tears shimmering faintly.

Although he had only met Yasmin a few times, that girl left a deep impression on him each time, especially when they last met in the amusement park.

Back then, he thought Yasmin was cold and aloof, rarely smiling. But during the last interaction, he found out that she was a humorous and fun girl who loved to laugh and talk.

In his mind, Ralph saw Yasmin wearing a pink bunny mascot costume, touching his shoulder, and asking him for pictures.

Suddenly, he could no longer hold back his tears. He lowered his head, his fingertips trembled as he quickly wiped his eyes.

He had not yet sent her those photos. But he no longer had a chance to do so...

"Yasmin, rest in peace." Ryan stared at Yasmin's bright and smiling face in the colorless photo. His battered heart seemed to shatter into pieces and was dispersed silently by the wind blowing through the cemetery.

"I hope I can still meet you in our next life... I'll be the one to protect you then."

Beautiful words were carved on the tombstone, with her full name-Yasmin Hoffman.

Yasmin was an orphan. After being adopted into the Hoffman family, she took the Hoffman family name. The name "Yasmin" was given by Ryan's father.

At that time, there was a field of jasmine flowers in the Hoffman family's garden. In the distance, the field of flowers looked extremely romantic.

"The girl with you is not only beautiful, but she also has a type of thriving energy, much like the field of jasmines in our yard. Let's call her Yasmin." Jasmine symbolized love, romance, and purity of the soul. Everything seemed destined by fate.

At this moment, steady footsteps approached. The crowd looked up, completely surprised. "Carrie?!"

A few steps away, Carrie sat in a wheelchair, wearing a loose hospital gown and wrapped in a thick blanket. It made her look more pale and fragile, causing the others to feel distressed and heartbroken.

Matt stood by her side, silently guarding her.

"Carrie!" Ryan's dim eyes finally lit up. He strode over with a worried expression. He kneeled before her and held her thin hands tightly.

But he felt he could never hold it tight enough. "You're still so weak. How could you come out like this?!"

Justin and Bella came over nervously as well. Seeing that Carrie's mental state had stabilized compared to the last time, they could not help but look at Matt. "Last night, Mr. Grant sent someone to deliver the medicine. Ms. Carrie did the procedure, and it was indeed effective."

Matt saw through them and said

gently, "Mr. Justin, Ms. Bella, and Mr.

Ryan, please rest assured. Mr.

Gregory and Old Master Nigel knew

about me bringing Ms. Carrie here. The bodyguards, servants, and doctors are waiting outside the cemetery. Ms. Carrie will get immediate treatment if she shows any signs of discomfort."

Upon hearing it, Bella and Justin's expressions were a little complicated, especially Justin's. His handsome face darkened, and his grip on Bella's hand tightened. "Ah... Ah... I..."

Carrie's small hands moved in Ryan's warm palm, and her pale lips parted, but she could only make simple sounds.

"Carrie, you want to see Yasmin, right?" Ryan asked gently.

Carrie nodded, tears welling up beneath her eyes.

Ryan took a deep breath and pushed her wheelchair toward the tombstone. When the couple passed by, Ralph closed his eyes in pain and restraint.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Even now, he still loved Carrie. No matter what happened, love could not be changed.

However, he was far from deserving of such a good woman.

If he had not been so careless that day and stayed by her side in the amusement park, perhaps none of this would have happened. Carrie would not be kidnapped, and Yasmin would not die...

Drew, who was standing outside of the crowd, also carried a hint of sorrow.

Suddenly, his gaze froze. Standing in the distant woods was a graceful figure dressed in black.