The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Mr. Arnold, the Larson family's private doctor is on his way now. Please hold on a little longer..."
"Ha... Doctors are something we never lack."
Arnold stood with his back against them, his voice carrying a cold defiance. "I'm also a doctor. I know my body better than
anyone else. Get out!"
The bodyguards had no choice but to bow and leave.
The moment the door closed, Arnold collapsed to the floor, finally vomiting out a mouthful of blood he had been forcefully
suppressing in his chest, which stained the luxurious carpet. "It hurts... It hurts so much..."
He curled up in pain, rolling around on the floor as beads of sweat mingled with his tears, streaming down his pale face.
When he was beaten, he was too angry to feel any pain, as if he was in a state of invincibility.
But now, when he was alone, the pain of broken bones and torn flesh spread throughout his body.
"Ugh... It's so painful..."
Arnold was a grown man, but at this moment, he looked so pitiful as he gritted his teeth with tears streaming down his face.
"Asher... I miss you so much... I miss you..."
He could no longer distinguish whether his tears were from the beating or because of his longing for Asher.
However, what Arnold did not know was that right behind the Larson family house, Asher stood straight in the cold wind, his dark
eyes unknowingly becoming moist and red...
In the end, Asher could not resist picking up his phone to call Arnold.
Listening to the automated message of Arnold's phone being turned off, Asher felt his heart ache.
Perhaps it was for the best...

Stubbornly holding on to something that was destined to have no outcome would only hurt them.
Trembling, Arnold took off his tattered shirt and changed into clean pajamas.
The wounds on his back prevented him, who loved to be clean, from taking a bath. He could only force himself to get a wet towel
and wipe the dirt off his body while enduring the pain.
At this moment, he genuinely felt happy for his aunt to be able to a life in a warm and loving lamang the Thompsons. He did not
even like dare to dream of it.
"From now on... Never..."
Arnold's pale and dry lips murmured, and he fiercely threw the towel into the basin, causing water to splash out.
"As! If!"
He did not want to give up.
So what if Asher kept refusing him and pushing him away?
If Asher took a thousand steps back, Arnold would just walk a thousand and one steps toward him.
Arnold did not want this family anymore, and he did not care about anything in Meridan. He just wanted Asher. God, please grant
me this one wish for the sake of the many lives I've saved!'
Arnold could not fall asleep from the pain, so he opened the window to his balcony, letting the chilly night breeze blow over him.
The chill slightly eased his pain.

"The moonlight tonight is so beautiful. As beautiful as Asher..."
Arnold gazed at the moon hanging in the night sky, smiling foolishly, his eyes full of Asher's handsome face.
When he was young, he remembered that Aunt Mila used to recite a poem. He vaguely remembered one line, which was fitting
for this moment.
"May I be like the stars and you the moon..."
Downstairs, Asher also raised his head to look at the moon. His thin lips parted, moving in a silent response. "Lighting up each
other's lives every night." After a long sigh, Asher turned and walked toward his car.
At this moment, Arnold withdrew his gaze from the moon and looked down.