The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1439

The chilly night breeze carried an ominous tension, swirling between them like a looming threat.

Upon seeing Justin’s arrival, Christopher’s expression shifted dramatically from joy to solemnity.

“Bella, you’re here?” Mrs. Iverson’s eyes lit up with tender affection, wishing she could rise from her wheelchair to greet her.

Bella’s remarkable beauty has always left a lasting impression on Mrs. Iverson, even to the point where she sometimes struggled to recognize her own son but never failed to identify Bella instantly.

Mrs. Iverson genuinely cherished Bella, unable to conceal her affection.

“Hello, Mrs. Iverson,” Bella greeted politely, bowing respectfully.

Justin stood by Bella’s side, encircling his arm around her waist, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he observed Christopher’s every move.

“Bella, who is this?” Mrs. Iverson looked puzzled, glancing uncertainly at Justin’s impassive face and instinctively reaching for Christopher’s sleeve.

Bella was about to speak, her gaze fixed on her partner’s handsome side profile.

But before she could, Christopher adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said with a smile, “Bella, what a coincidence to run into you here. Are you going on a trip, too?”

Throughout the interaction, he engaged solely with Bella, completely disregarding Justin’s presence.

“Christopher, do you think I’d be in the mood for a vacation?”

Bella’s eyes glinted sharply, her voice carrying a frosty tone, refusing to entertain Christopher even in front of Mrs. Iverson.

“You know perfectly well the extent of the schemes you’ve orchestrated and the bloodshed you caused. With Maxwell still roaming freely and my brother and Justin’s vendetta unresolved, how can I find any enjoyment if you remain untouched?”

Justin’s thin lips slightly quivered as he gazed into his partner’s starry eyes, brimming with love as radiant as starlight.

“Chris… What is Bella talking about? What bloodshed? I don’t understand,” Mrs. Iverson asked, her eyes filled with confusion.

“It’s normal that you don’t understand, because I don’t either.”

Christopher gently comforted his mother, his hands lightly rubbing her shoulders. His exquisitely sculpted features gave no hint of his sinister nature. “Bella, who is this Maxwell guy? And what happened to your brother and Mr. Salvador? Is there anything I can do to help them?”