The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Bella hurried back to Yara Park before noon. Upon hearing of her return, Sasha rushed downstairs like a gust of wind. "Bella!"

"Aunt Sasha!"

Bella quickly approached, and the two women embraced tightly. "This time... I owe it all to you."

"Don't say that. It's enough that you two don't blame me. You have no idea how scared I was!" Sasha's eyes reddened as she patted her chest, still shaken. "Thankfully, Elias handled it. If Mr. Harris had ended up in jail because of that little bastard from the Southern Star Syndicate, causing trouble for your husband, I would feel so guilty! How could I ever face you two again?"

"Please don't say that. Even if you hadn't helped, we would have found a way to save lan."

Bella's beautiful eyes filled with warmth as she gently patted Sasha's back. "The Southern Star Syndicate is a huge organization in Savrow with many members. It's impossible to manage everything."

"People's hearts are no longer what they used to be, and the world has grown cold!" Sasha's long, upturned eyes filled with anger as she shook her head indignantly. "Watson has become more useless with age! If not for Elias supporting them, Southern Star Syndicate would have fallen apart long ago. But Elias is not omnipotent. He's always wanted to help legitimize Southern Star Syndicate's business and lead it on the right path. But the other elders are deceitful and don't respect him. Every step he takes is extremely difficult."

Bella was silent for a moment before gently asking, "Aunt Sasha, don't you want to go back and see your father? If I remember correctly, you haven't been back in a long time."

Sasha's eyelashes flickered with a complicated emotion.

"Now that Mr. Jenkins is unable to manage Southern Star Syndicate, don't you want to go back and help him?"

"Although I am Watson's only daughter, the moment I chose to be with Wyatt, I have cut all ties with the Southern Star Syndicate. Whether the Southern Star Syndicate thrives or declines, I don't care." Sasha's eyes grew cold again, clearly rejecting the idea.

Years ago, during a terrifying and chaotic gunfight, Sasha was shot twice while protecting Wyatt, nearly losing her life. This event almost caused Watson to have a heart attack, but his daughter insisted on her path, leaving him speechless.

Unexpectedly, after recovering from her injuries, his beloved daughter insisted on marrying Wyatt, sacrificing herself completely. She even had her uterus removed to join the Thompson family, which was both shameless and reckless.

This led to the father and daughter completely severing their relationship, which had not improved over the years.

Wyatt had tried many times to persuade Sasha, but it was useless. He felt guilty, so for many years, he remained an anonymous external investor, secretly supporting the Southern Star Syndicate's operations.

Without this support, the Southern Star Syndicate would have crumbled under internal and external pressures.

Understanding the historical complications, Bella did not push further and decided to take a long-term view.

"Aunt Sasha, are Ash and Arnold here?"

"They haven't woken up since last night!" Sasha's eyes twinkled mischievously. "In all these years, I've never seen Ash sleep in like this. Arnold's charm is really something. They remind me of a poem..."

Bella's face blushed. "Aunt Sasha, it's fine to joke around, but don't say this in front of Ash and Arnold. They won't take it well."

"Ash might be thin-skinned, but Arnold would probably laugh about it secretly, hehe..."

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while with no response, Bella knew the couple must be sleeping inside, so she boldly pushed the door open. Each family member's room in Yara Park was astonishingly large, with a living r room, master bedroom, secondary bedroom, and study. Her brothers had always doted on her and never guarded against her.

Bella entered the room and froze in place, feeling embarrassed.

The living room floor was strewn with a man's suit jacket, tie, shirt, and belt, trailing toward the bedroom. Last night must have been intense for her brother and Arnold. This seemed to be the primary battleground.

Bella picked up and tidied their clothes. Bored, she wandered into her brother's study. As a child, she often spent entire afternoons in Asher's study, falling asleep by the window, and Asher would always gently carry her back to her room.

Bella stood by the massive

bookshelf, idly scanning the rows of

books. Her gaze fell on a book without, title on its spine in the second-to-last row. She pulled it out and hummed a tune as she flipped through the pages. It turned out to be an old, yellowed Bible

Suddenly, something fluttered to the ground-a photograph. Curious, Bella picked it up.

Turning it over, she smiled warmly. "Really, how did Ash end up putting a photo of him and Arnold here?"

In the next moment, her pupils

contracted in shock. The man in the

photo, leaning on her brother's

shoulder, was handsome and gentle,

his eyes bright like morning stars He looked about 80% similar

to

Arnold. But upon closer inspection, it was clear the man in the photo, who was so sweetly posing with her brother, was not Arnold at all.