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The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1956
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Justin and Ryan rushed over to the hospital. They sprinted to the ward entrance, just as a group of medical staff emerged.

“How's Carrie?” Ryan asked urgently, his face pale, as he grabbed the attending physician.

The doctor replied anxiously, “The patient's body is weak, and she suffered a severe mental shock. The situation only stabilized

after receiving oxygen therapy. However, her mental state remains concerning.”

Ryan felt his heart constrict as he listened to the doctor's report. He quickly pushed into Carrie's room.

“Aah—Ah!”

Carrie was being held down on the bed by Gregory and Paul. Several tubes were attached to her frail body. As she struggled

against them, she still looked beautiful, like a fragile porcelain doll desperately trying to break free. Her eyes were bloodshot, while

her gaze was unfocused and frantic. Her mouth was wide open, emitting broken sounds as her slender hands clawed wildly in the

air.

“Ms. Carrie! Please calm down, Ms. Carrie!” Paul tried to hold her down but was afraid to hurt her further.

“Carrie! Don’t do this! Don’t scare Daddy... Carrie!” Gregory's face was panicked and desperate.

Ryan hurried to the bedside, his chest heaving violently. As he bent down, he heard a sharp crack. While she was flailing wildly,

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Carrie slapped him, leaving behind a shocking red mark across his cheek.

Justin and Paul froze and quickly asked, “Are you okay?”

Gregory also stood, stunned, but he could not focus on anything other than his daughter while she was in this condition.

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“Ah... Aaah...” Carrie's face was so pale, and her lips cracked from screaming.

“Carrie, it's okay... It's me, your brother, Ryan. I'm here. It's okay.” Ryan's voice trembled as he tried tofort her. He was at a

loss for what else to say.

“Yasmin...”

Tears streamed down Carrie's face as she struggled to utter this nin his ear.

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On her way back to Savrow, Bella received a call from Justin. She sped straight to the hospital. Her mind was in shambles as she

hurried inside.

“Ms. Thompson!”

A clear, gentle voice called out from behind. Bella stopped, frowning slightly, as she turned around.

It was Grant, his face covered in sweat, as he was attempting to maneuver his wheelchair up the ramp.

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