The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2205

With a faint click, the mechanism of the necklace snapped open. Inside was a black pill. He placed it in his mouth and swallowed it.

Bella’s voice slowly faded away, vanishing from his consciousness.

It had been over a year since he needed to rely on medication to alleviate his headaches. He thought he would never have to use it again.

...

Meanwhile, in the study, Christopher clutched a medical report in his hands; his face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot and filled with despair.

“Mr. Iverson, your current health condition is not very optimistic.” The doctor carefully chose his words. “The medical facilities on this island are extremely limited. If any sudden complications arise during your episodes, we won’t be able to treat you properly. I strongly recommend that you seek treatment at a proper hospital within the month. There is still hope for alleviation.”

Christopher’s dry lips twisted slightly. “If I undergo active treatment, will I be cured?”

The doctor lowered his head, hesitating to answer.

“My condition is untreatable, isn’t it? I don’t even have much time left.” Christopher exhaled bitterly. The looming fear of death left him feeling powerless.

“Please don’t be so pessimistic. If you actively pursue treatment…”

“Just tell me. How much time do I have?”

The doctor swallowed hard. “At most... Six months.”

“Hah...” Christopher closed his eyes, a bitter laugh escaping his lips.

She hated him for what he had become. She hated his ruthlessness and the blood on his hands. If he had remained the weak, kind-hearted, innocent Chris of the past, could he have made his way back to her?

A good person...

Christopher wept as he laughed, his expression twisted. He thought that just being a person in this world was already exhausting, let alone being a good person.

He thought, ‘Bella, you had everything growing up—parents who adored you, siblings who doted on you, and friends who stood by you through thick and thin. But what about me? You’ll never understand me because you could never be me.’

Before Christopher could sink further into his grief, the urgent voice of a servant echoed from outside the door.

“Mr. Iverson! Something’s wrong! Ms. Thompson has activated the helicopter and is trying to escape the island!”