The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Arnold was still immersed in the intense pheromones emanating from his beloved, unable to extricate himself. However, Asher’s
heart clenched. He forcefully pulled Arnold’s hand away, breaking free from his embrace.
Arnold felt a surge of loss within his chest, his limbs stiffening in response.
“Yes, Aunt Mila.”
Asher responded calmly, turning and opening the door without hesitation.
Outside, Mila stood with a smile. “I knew it. He must be here. I know you two have a good relationship.”
A good relationship.
It was indeed good.
Asher’s eyes flickered, but he could only respond with a shallow smile.
“Arnold, come to my room. I have something to discuss with you,” Mila said, beckoning to her nephew with a smile.
Arnold’s heart pounded.
He cast a deep look at Asher.
However, the man kept his head lowered, avoiding his gaze.
Arnold followed his aunt back to her room.
Once Mila shut and locked the door, her previous smiling eyes turned cold.
“Aunt Mils, it’s late. What do you want to talk about with me?” Arnold feigned a yawn, pretending to be tired.
“You need to return home first thing tomorrow morning.”
Arnold’s eyes widened in shock. “What? Go back home? Why do I have to go home?”
“You’ve been staying here ever since you returned from Meridan. This isn’t your home, nor is it a hotel Besides, I’m not the
matron of the house. It’s simply inconvenient for you to stay here indefinitely.”
Mila’s tone grew colder. “So, leave soon. Don’t cause trouble for Ash and Bella.”

Arnold’s face flushed with urgency. “But Chairman Thompson is still sick! I’m his attending physician. I need to be here to
oversee his treatment!”
“We don’t need you anymore!”
Mila raised her voice, clearly escalating the argument. “Wyatt’s condition has improved significantly. There are plenty of people in
the family who can take good care of him. You are not the only doctor capable of treating him. If no necessary, I can bring in
foreign specialists to consult on Wyatt’s case.”
“Damn it! What is this? You’re throwing me aside once I’m no longer needed?!”
“Call it what you want. You need to leave by tomorrow!”
Arnold was on the verge of losing his mind, his narrow eyes turning red. “Aunt Mila, why are you doing this all of a sudden? Why
are you kicking me out?! I’m not leaving!”
“You leave me no choice.”
Mila gritted her teeth and walked to the bedside table. She then retrieved a brown envelope from the drawer and threw it onto the
coffee table.
A stack of photos slid out, scattering across the table.
Arnold picked one up, his hands trembling violently, and his face drained of color.
“Aunt Mila... How could you hire someone to investigate me?!”
Those photos were explicit and shocking, depicting him with his various exboyfriends in Meridan.
They were a vivid chronicle of his colorful and uninhibited past. They were a scandalous display that could stun anyone.
“Investigate you? Heh, there’s no need for that. My dear nephews isn quite theicelebity in the Meridan gay circles, the belle of
the socialites.”
Mila’s anger then turned into a
mocking laugh. “I obtained these photos without even trying. I almost wished it had been hore difficult.

Clearly, you don’t care about your reputation. So, why are you pretending to be innocent now?!”
Arnold clenched his teeth. His trembling hands crushed the ghatos into a crumpled mess, wishing he could obliterate his past
self because his aunt was right.