The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 823

Chapter 823 

“Young Master Justin! Wait!” Matt called out to him anxiously. 

“Is there anything else, Uncle Matt?” 

“Is there really no possibility between you and Ms. Thompson 

anymore?” 

Justin felt a stab in his heart. “I don’t know.” 

“There’s still something you don’t know about Ms. Thompson.” Matt 

clenched his fists, holding his words back. 

Justin turned his gaze slowly, looking at Matt with surprise. “What is 

it?” 

“Ms. Thompson swore me to secrecy. I promised her that I wouldn’t 

say it.” 

Matt was in a difficult position. “But I hope that Ms. Thompson will 

tell you about it one day.” 

His words aroused Justin’s strong sense of curiosity. 

Bella hid her identity as the Thompson family’s precious daughter and 

devoted herself to him. She loved him for 13 years. These secrets had 

already shaken his soul. 

What else was she hiding from him? 

Would they be even more unbelievable than those? 

3 

Two days after the amputation surgery, Charles woke up. 

Bella reached the hospital early in the morning. She did not abandon 

Charles after the surgery. After all, Lance had entrusted her, and she 

had the responsibility to follow up on the postoperative treatments. 

She went with two other surgeons. She carefully touched Charles’ 

reconnected left leg. His right leg had become a prosthetic. 

“My leg… My leg…” 

Charles cried out bleakly with a pale face, unable to shed any more 

tears. “I’m done for. My life is over!” 

“Mr. Charles, I hope you can be grateful.” 

י. 

Bella wore a mask and only revealed her eyes. “You saved a leg. 

That’s already luckier than many people in the world.” 

“Someone did this to me! It was Christopher!” Charles’ face suddenly 

twisted, and he grabbed Bella’s hand. 

Bella was shocked. Subconsciously, she turned around and looked at 

the other two doctors. Fortunately, they were quite far from the bed, and Charles’ murmurs made it hard for them to hear anything. 

Bella asked them to leave and shut the door. She asked Charles 

seriously, “Mr. Charles, when I performed the surgery, you were under anesthesia when you said that Christopher wanted to kill you. What evidence do you have?” 

Charles’ face was ashen, his body trembling violently. 

When he recalled the accident that hight, he looked so terrified, as if