The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge
Chapter 1810

Ryan could even imagine how harshly Logan must have argued in order to ruin the happiness he had painstakingly worked to achieve. Matt watched the dignified young man turn pale with distress, his eyes instantly welling up. He felt uneasy but could only speak softly.

"Mr. Hoffman, you are well aware of Ms. Carrie's condition. In truth, Old Master never intended for her to be married. She is not suited for it. Old Master, along with the Young Master Justin and Young Madam, can support Ms. Carrie for her entire life. Compared to being a wife in a prominent family, Ms. Carrie is actually more suitable to live carefree as the jewel of our Salvador family.

"You have done nothing wrong. It's just that fate is not on your side. You don't need to create further tension with your family. Old Master does not require any particular answer from you. It's best to leave things here. Having cherished memories is enough, isn't it?"

Matt knew how cruel these words were to Ryan, who deeply loved Carrie. Yet, this was the most tactful way he could think of to convey to him that Ryan's love for Carrie no longer had a future.

"Have you ever considered how Carrie feels about all this?!" Ryan's eyes were bloodshot, and his shoulders shook violently. "Carrie loves me! We cannot be without each other! In this day and age, why are we still following parental orders? I love her no matter what, and I can endure any pressure to be with her! We love each other. Our love will be enough! Why can't we be together? Why?!"

Knowing that further words would be futile, Matt bowed once more and turned to leave.

"Can't I quit being the CEO? Can't I cut all ties with the entire Hoffman Group? I can give up everything... I just want Carrie!" Ryan hoarsely shouted, his voice strained to the limit. Only the chilling wind whistled in response.

After a while, a familiar and delicate figure approached the frail man. It was Yasmin.

"Mr. Hoffman, let me take you home," Yasmin said in a subdued tone. Her eyes were swollen from crying.

Ryan's dark eyes, like those

plummeting into an abyss, lit up

once again. He grabbed her

shoulders forcefully, his hands

vel

trembling. "Yasmin, does Carrie know I'm here? With all this commotion, she must know I'm here waiting for her!"

"Yes, Young Madam heard you." Yasmin spoke with difficulty.

"What did she say? Did Carrie say anything to you?!" Ryan's shattered hope flickered in his eyes, his fingers digging into her shoulders painfully. "She must miss me too. She myst want to come home with me

Yasmin, let's take Carrie home now.

Imust take Carrie away AP

stop me!"

one can

"Mr. Hoffman..." Yasmin remained motionless, her voice trembling. "Young Madam will not go back with you."

"What are you saying?" Ryan was startled.

Yasmin slowly opened her palm. Her eyes were brimming with tears. The lustrous white jade hairpin lay quietly in her hand.

"Young Madam asked me to return this to you.”

Without a single word, the return of this token of their love tore Ryan's heart into a thousand pieces.

"Ugh!"

Under the tremendous blow, Ryan's

body fell forward, his vision plunging into a silent darkness. A taste of metallic blood surged from the depths of his lungs and sprayed out of his mouth violently.

"Mr. Hoffman!"