The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2481

Wyatt was once again pushed into the ICU.

Through the large glass window, Bella watched her beloved father lying unconscious on the hospital bed, so weak he looked as if a single gust of wind could blow him away.

Bella’s tears poured out like a broken dam, her body trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming continuously down her face.

In the past, she had chased after love recklessly, headstrong and willful, yet her father always forgave her with his boundless tolerance.

For a long time, she had been an unfilial daughter.

But in this very moment, she felt as though she truly deserved to die.

“Bella, don’t panic. All your brothers are here with you. Ralph and the rest are already on their way back.”

Seeing his little sister crying like a broken doll, Axel’s heart ached. “Little sis, don’t cry! Dad’s been sick for a while. An illness this serious doesn’t happen overnight. It’s not your fault, so don’t overthink it, and don’t blame yourself!”

“Your second brother is right, Bella. It’s not your fault.” Asher draped his suit jacket over Bella’s trembling shoulders, his voice hoarse and warm. “You know Dad… He wasn’t truly angry with you. He just has a fiery temper, quick to explode, hard to calm.”

“The doctor said his worsening condition is partly due to emotional volatility and irritability. It’s just his nature. What we can do now is give him consistent treatment, medication, and proper care.”

Bella rubbed her swollen eyes hard, sobbing softly. “That may be true… But in the end, I’m still Dad’s most worrisome child.”

Asher let out a quiet laugh and pinched her tear-soaked cheek. “And yet, you’re the one Dad loves most.”

Bella pouted, her lips trembling uncontrollably.

Her heart ached even more.

“Bella, I understand what you’re thinking. You entered the Salvador Corporation’s board of directors because you want to uncover Grant’s schemes. To break through the darkness, you have to walk with the darkness. I get all of that.” Asher used his own tie to wipe away her tears. “When Dad wakes up, talk to him patiently. If you can’t say it, I’ll speak for you. He’ll understand.”

Once upon a time, Justin had also wiped her tears and snot with his tie, never minding the mess even though he was usually neat and tidy.

At that thought, she felt an even stronger urge to cry.