The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 992

Chapter 992 

Looking at it this way, Shannon certainly could not meet her demise 

so soon. 

If she did, Bethany’s days in the Salvador household would indeed be precarious. Also, who else would look out for her future then? 

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Meanwhile, Simon was alone in the hospital, packing his belongings 

and preparing to leave Savrow temporarily. 

Suddenly, his phone on the table rang. 

Seeing that it was a call from Bella, Simon’s face lit up with a smile 

as he promptly answered. 

“Yes, Ms. Thompson.” 

“Dr. Fairchild, are you still in Savrow?” 

“Yes, I’m still here. But I’m about to head to the airport. What’s the 

matter?” 

Bella fell into a brief silence, then spoke in a serious tone. “Don’t leave just yet. I’ll help you reschedule.” 

“Is something wrong?” 

Simon’s expression turned concerned. “Do you have other plans? In that case, I won’t leave Savrow.” 

Actually, he did not want to leave at all. It was not the fear of trouble 

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that held him back, but rather the fear of being unable to assist Bella. 

“Bethany will be arriving at your hospital soon. She’s definitely there to see you for Shannon’s condition.” 

Meanwhile, Bella was in her villa in Savrow, tidying up the clothes left 

behind by Justin. 

Though she carried herself like a dutiful young wife, her words were chillingly cold. “I’ve heard that Chairman Salvador had Shannon confined to their house. Without his orders, she won’t be able to leave Tideview Manor. These past few days, she hasn’t been able to inject herself with the drugs, so I reckon she’s suffering both physically and 

mentally right now.” 

Simon calculated the timeline and nodded slowly. “Indeed, Shannon 

should have been here for her injection the day before yesterday. It’s 

already been two days, so she’s likely experiencing withdrawal 

symptoms.” 

“Yeah, that’s why Bethany’s undoubtedly here to ask you for the 

drugs.” 

Bella hummed a tune as she hung up Justin’s robe in the wardrobe.“ 

Once she’s here, just hand her everything and let Shannon have them 

all.” 

“Why, Ms. Thompson?” 

Simon was utterly puzzled. “If your intention was to torment Shannon, shouldn’t you cut off her supply of drugs and make her endure daily agony? Why hand them all over to her?” 

“Well, I’m not a saint. Why should I help her quit drugs?”