The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Hunter's meticulously combed hair hung disheveled, soaked in the stench of rotten egg soup. Before he could react, one rotten
egg bomb after another came raining down on him.
"You heartless attorney! A lackey of profit-seeking tycoons! How dare you defend a murderer like Shannon?! Did the dogs gnaw
away your conscience?!"
Then a rotten tomato splattered on him. Its crimson juice splashed everywhere.
"You despicable scoundrel! You're a soulless scum! As a lawyer, you lack basic conscience! How many innocent people have
you betrayed to wipe the rich's backside?! You have no right to be a lawyer! You're an insult to the legal profession!"
Another rotten egg came flying, hitting Hunter square in the face. The stench was so strong that he could not even open his
eyes.
"You cruel monster! Go to hell!"
"You should go to hell with Shannon!"
"You should die! Go to hell!"
Hunter's pristine suit was now completely ruined. Shivering all over, he looked around in panic, trying to push his way out of the
crowd surrounding him.
But the enraged crowd formed a human wall around him. Some even took advantage of the chaos to punch and kick him!
Trapped in chaos, Hunter, the esteemed "No. 1 Lawyer in Savrow", who usually fought for justice for the wealthy and powerful
businessmen, could not wield the legal weapons to protect himself this time. It was both tragic and funny.
"If you dare to hit me again... I'll sue you all..."
Before Hunter could even finish his sentence, a dark, hefty stone arched through the air and struck his head with a resounding
thud.
The next moment, his vision went red. His eyes rolled back, and he fell heavily to the ground.
As Steven left the courtroom, he could not contain his overflowing emotions. In the presence of the Thompson family elders, he
embraced Amelia tightly.

"Amelia, I didn't do well enough this time... I've let you all down." Steven's eyes were teary with guilt, his arms firmly holding the
girl's delicate frame.
"No way, Steve. You did absolutely amazing. You did really well... Don't belittle yourself," Amelia reassured him softly,
understanding his strong sense of duty and responsibility. She did not want him to feel guilty.
"Celeste, how do you feel about Steve now?"
Watching the affectionate couple, Mila asked with a knowing smile, "This time, you're seeing your future son-in-law in a better
light, right?"
Seeing her daughter's blissful smile, Celeste felt a trace of bitterness in her heart, ashamed of the times she nearly destroyed
her daughter's happiness.
She walked over to them, speaking gently, "Steve."
Steven immediately bowed respectfully. "Madam Celeste."
"Mom..." Amelia shyly stepped out of Steven's embrace, but their hands remained tightly clasped.
"Steve, in the past... I've said many harsh things. It was all my fault. I'm sorry about that," Celeste said with genuine humility,
sincerely apologizing without any elder's pretense.
Amelia looked surprised. "Mom, you..."
Steven's eyes widened. Then he waved his hands in panic, nearly losing his composure. "Please don't say that, Madam Celeste!
I never felt like you said anything too harsh to me. You don't need to apologize. It's me who should be apologizing There were
several times when Ms. Amelia was in danger, and failed to protect her immediately. It was due to my lack of strength and
capability. But please rest assured, from now on, even if it costs my life, I'll never do anything to harm your daughter. I swear!"
Celeste's words deeply humbled him.
How could he afford to hold a grudge against his future mother-in-law if he hoped to marry into the family?
Celeste smiled warmly, nodding in
approval, before turning to her

daughter. "Amelia, you must get
along well, with Steve. Don't use your
status to bully him. Steve, my
daughter might seem gentle and obedient, but she is quite
opinionated. You'll have to look after
her closely."
A few seconds of silence passed before Amelia covered her mouth, nearly bursting into tears from excitement.
Steven felt a warm surge through his body, his heart pounding.
Although Celeste's words were subtle, they conveyed her full support for their relationship.
Bella and Justin stood nearby, sweetly leaning into each other, enjoying the rare moment of peace and warmth after the dust had
settled. "It's finally over."
"Yeah. It's over."
Justin lowered his head to kiss
Bella's forehead. His heated lips moved toward her flushed earlobes as he whispered tenderly, "Let me help you with your bath
tonight. You must be exhausted." Content
Bella blushed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. However, she insisted stubbornly. "No matter how tired I am, I can still bathe
myself."
"Bella, just take pity on me. Don't be so cruel, hmm?" Justin pleaded, his handsome eyebrows knitted together as he spoke in a
soft, coaxing tone.
Bella's rosy lips parted. As she prepared to respond, lan's bright voice rang out from a distance.
"Mr. Salvador! Young Madam! What goes around, comes around! It's time to celebrate!"