The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 880

Chapter 880 

As he approached his car, Asher was greeted by Arnold’s voice from 

behind. 

“Asher.” 

Asher’s tall figure paused. He took a deep breath before slowly turning to face Arnold. 

The lighting in the underground parking lot was dim. 

“What’s up?” Asher composed himself, his deep gaze fixed on Arnold. 

Arnold’s narrow, fox-like eyes narrowed slightly as he approached 

Asher. 

“I understand that you’re worried about your sister. I understand 

exactly how you feel.” 

Arnold’s delicate lips approached Asher’s ear, his tone alluring. “But promise me, don’t do anything stupid. Don’t let your dear little sister worry about you. And spare me the worry, too. I know you’re busy, so I’m not gonna ask for a ride.” 

Arnold straightened up, adopting his usual carefree grin once more. It looks like I’ll be sticking around for a little longer. Maybe I’ll swing by a car dealership later and get a car for convenience. Ash, do you have any connections with people working at a dealership? Can they give me a discount?” 

Before Arnold had fully settled, Asher’s breathing grew heavy. 

” 

Arnold’s pupils contracted, his heart pounding like a drum. 

“Well, I have enough time to give you a ride.” 

“Once we return to Yara Park, feel free to take any car from the 

underground garage.” 

* 

For two full days, Justin hardly ate anything. He only drank some water and spent the majority of the time in a deep, oblivious slumber. 

lan remained by his side, tending to him incessantly. His anxiety was palpable, and he felt like an ant on a hot pan. Every evening, he would Took out the window, praying sincerely for Justin’s swift recovery. 

He would rather endure the sickness himself than witness his boss’s 

suffering. 

Justin was just a wandering zombie without Bella in his life. It must 

be agonizing. 

“lan, how’s your boss doing?” 

Ryan called lan to check on Justin. His voice was tinged with deep 

concern. “Has he woken up? I’ll come over right away to see him.” 

“You don’t have to come, Mr. Hoffman. Mr. Salvador has already 

taken his medication and fallen asleep,” lan replied gloomily. 

“But is it medication for treatment or just sleeping pills? Every time 

Justin takes them, he sleeps endlessly. Maybe we should take him to 

the hospital. I’ll arrange everything and ensure that it remains 

confidential!” 

“There’s no need for that, Mr. Hoffman. Even Ms. Thompson, the renowned specialist, couldn’t find a solution for Mr. Salvador’s condition. What else can the other doctors do?” 

lan turned back to look at the unconscious Justin with a heavy heart.”