Chapter 83

Belle reassured Margaret, "Mom, stop overthinking. If I truly had those thoughts, why would I divorce him? I have my own reasons. Trust me—I'll give you a satisfactory explanation.

"I can tell you that Kyle is now connected to the Rivas family. They owe him a huge favor. What can we even do at this point?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Margaret and Matthew exchanged disbelieving glances.

Matthew, his face anxious, asked, "What? Sis, what did you say? The Rivas family owes Kyle a favor?"

"Do I look like I'm joking? I heard it directly from Mr. Rivas himself. It's true. But don't worry, that favor has already been repaid."

Belle exhaled softly. "For now, we can only wait. Otherwise, we'd have a hard time explaining ourselves to the Rivas family. Don't you agree?" Hearing this, Matthew, however angry, had to let it go for the time being.

"Well, there's nothing we can do for now. But sis, you have to get revenge for me. Even if you can't kill Kyle, I want him crippled!" Margaret spoke coldly. "Make him crippled. Let him suffer for the rest of his life. If you can't even do that, don't call me your mother."

Belle could only nod helplessly. "I know. I have my own plans. Once I finish my business, I'll find someone to break his limbs."

Hearing Belle's words, Margaret and Matthew reluctantly nodded, though their expressions suggested that crippling Kyle was still too light a punishment. Belle stood up and waved her hand. "I'm leaving now. I need to rest—I'm exhausted. Don't worry and focus on recovering. I'll take care of everything. Don't act on your own; it'll only cause trouble."

To be honest, Belle didn't want to stay any longer. The pressure from them was overwhelming.

However, as she descended the stairs, she ran into Henderson, who was there to pick up medicine.

Belle, still in her evening gown, looked stunning and radiant, breathtakingly beautiful. Henderson's eyes widened the moment he saw her, his gaze burning with desire.

"Damn! This… this…" Her silhouette alone almost made him lose control.

As part of the Khan family's direct bloodline, Henderson had women constantly throwing themselves at him. Plenty of women like Belle had crossed his path, yet, for some reason, one look at her completely captivated him.

"Hey, hey, hey! Did you see that?" Henderson hooked an arm around Justin's shoulder. "That figure—tsk, tsk. That face—absolute perfection. And did you notice? She's got that icy beauty vibe. Damn!"

Justin, though equally mesmerized by Belle, quickly nodded in agreement. "Get lost. Like hell it's your turn!" After all, she was someone Henderson had his eye on. "Mr. Khan, should I—"

Henderson shoved Justin aside and quickly strode toward Belle. "Hey, beautiful! Wait, wait!"

Belle, in a foul mood, heard someone speaking and turned around, her face cold. "What do you want?"

Seeing Belle's frown, Henderson's eyes lit up even more. Women always fell into his arms the moment he approached them. Just being a Khan was enough to have beauties lining up. But now, Belle was looking at him with pure disdain. That icy response only deepened his fascination.

"Hello, beautiful. My name is Henderson Khan. You wouldn't believe it, but I was completely captivated when I saw you just now. I just had to come and introduce myself…"

Before he could finish, Henderson pulled out a business card, trying to slip it into Belle's hand. Belle turned and walked away without a glance. "Not interested."