The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2107 After receiving his IV treatment, Nigel's condition stabilized. He slept peacefully at the hospital for the rest of the afternoon. In the evening, Bella escorted him home.

As Bella and Steven were leaving the villa, they ran into Justin, looking disheveled.

"Bella!" Justin surged forward, pulling her into his arms.

"You've worked so hard. | tried to hurry, but | still couldn't help with anything." "Don't say that. Taking care of Grandpa Nigel is also my responsibility.” Bella smiled gently. She reached up to his shoulder to massage it lightly.

"Ill go check on Grandpa." Justin took a step forward, but Bella stopped him. "Grandpa Nigel just fell asleep, so let's not disturb him. He's getting old, and the wedding preparations have exhausted him. Let him rest." "That's true." Justin sighed, feeling guilty.

"Justin." Bella paused, her expression turned serious.

"Let's get in the car. | need to talk to you."

The couple got into her car, with Steven sitting in the driver's seat.

"Today, while | was with Grandpa Nigel at the hospital, | ran into Christopher. He's been admitted there." Justin's eyes widened as he grabbed her hand tightly, his palm hot and clammy. He remained silent, but his concern was palpable.

"Don't worry, | was just being polite and checked in on him.

Nothing happened. As they say, nothing ventured, nothing gained." Bella's brows furrowed. "The main issue is that if Christopher is only suffering from appendicitis, as his secretary claims, then why would they place security around the entire hospital ward like a fortress? It's clear he doesn't want anyone to know he's ill. And another thing, Taylor was carrying Diazepam, but he claimed it was for his mother.”

Steven sneered. "We've already investigated his background. He's an orphan! Given his vile nature, he doesn't deserve to even have a mother!" "I know what Diazepam is," Justin said, his voice deep and serious. "It's also known as Valium, a central nervous system depressant. It's used to treat anxiety, induce sleep, and control seizures and convulsions. When | was in the military, some comrades used it to treat PTSD." "Could it be that Christopher has epilepsy?" Steven asked, puzzled. "Even if he was sick, so what? He's already wiped out his entire family. There's no one left to threaten his position. What's he afraid of?" "His condition isn't just any illness. | happened to notice his arm was covered in a grid of needle marks. | have reason to suspect that Christopher has been injecting drugs over a long period of time. He was likely hospitalized due to a serious adverse reaction to prolonged drug use." Justin and Steven were both stunned.

"That's the only way everything makes sense." Bella let out a cold laugh. "Christopher was involved in the drug trade back when he was in Sentania, and he got hooked on illegal substances after returning to the country. Would a drug kingpin who has been lurking in the shadows for so many years never touch the stuff himself? If we can gather evidence of his drug use, it would not only deal him a heavy blow but also throw the Iverson Group into chaos." Justin considered what he just heard. "There's one problem. He's in the hospital now, which is heavily guarded. How can we get evidence of his drug use?" "Yes, he must be very secretive with his habits. Aside from Taylor, no one else would be allowed in. Even if we report him, we wouldn't have any proof," Steven added, feeling stumped.

"It's precisely because he's in the hospital that we have an opportunity. If he were in his private lair, we'd really have

no chance." Bella's smile was both beautiful and cunning, her gaze firm. "Even if we can't get close to him, we can approach his medical staff. There's no such thing as a completely airtight wall. | believe the scales of justice will tip in our favor." In the end, everything unfolded just as Bella had predicted.

Christopher had indeed been urgently hospitalized due to a severe adverse reaction to the drugs he had been taking.

In the past, he had experienced similar episodes. Under the care of his private doctor and by taking sedatives, he had always been able to manage the symptoms.

This time, however, his reaction was unexpectedly severe.

He suffered from seizures, broke out in rashes, and even experienced respiratory failure. He was in and out of ‘emergency treatment all day before he stabilized. The severity of the situation required him to seal off any information about his treatment. If word got out, it could only lead to endless trouble.

Now, with the drug trials halted, if he were to face another crisis and drag the Boss down with him, his fate would be sealed-abandoned and purged.

That night, Christopher was discussing matters with Taylor in his hospital room. His face was pale and brooding.

"The smell of the hospital is truly nauseating. When can | finally be discharged?" "Mr. Iverson, | already asked the doctor. Your sudden attack this time was extremely dangerous. It took a full day of rescue efforts to pull you through." Taylor tried to persuade him. "The doctor said you need to stay in the hospital for at least another week for observation until your condition is fully stabilized. Your health is of the utmost importance. Please listen to the doctor this time. You're the backbone of the Iverson Group!" "The Iverson Group means nothing to me. What's important is that | don't want the Boss to think I'm useless." Christopher rubbed his furrowed brow, burdened with frustration.

"Even if you're hospitalized, no one would think that. You can rest easy!" Suddenly, Christopher's jaw tensed, his body went numb, and his arm began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Taylor, the medicine... Give it to me!" His voice trembled, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Mr. Iverson! Absolutely not!" Taylor's face was pale with fright. "This stuff got you in this position in the first place.

‘You need to quit it now!" "Give it to me, now!" Christopher roared.

"Mr. Iverson! For the sake of your health, please bear with it! I'm begging you!" A knock on the door interrupted them.

"Who is it?!" Taylor demanded angrily.

A gentle nurse's voice came from outside the room. "It's time for your medication, Mr. Iverson." Christopher gritted his teeth, hid his trembling arm under

the covers, and signaled for Taylor to open the door.