The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1022

However, the older generation of the Thompson family liked to hold grudges and bring up old scores.

When Drew thought of this, he wanted to tease Justin, completely forgetting that the latter was still fighting for his life.

“Because of his background, Justin was bullied by his classmates when he was a child. He hid his injuries every day to avoid worrying his mother, only ever telling her about the good things that happened.”

“Fuck! I hate school bullying the most! Some kids aren’t raised by humans. They are demonic brats!”

Drew angrily crushed the cigarette box in his hand, feeling his temper rise. “Is Justin so weak? Doesn’t he fight back?! How can a Salvador be bullied? Ram a Rolls-Royce into them!”

“He could deal with one or two people, but what if you become the target one day and everyone picks on you?” Ryan asked, feeling a heartache.

Drew’s pupils shrank, and his fingers curled into a ball.

“Drew, you are Chairman Thompson’s legitimate son, born by the woman he loved most and raised in luxury and privilege. Even I grew up in a relatively simple family environment. My parents loved each other and doted on me, their only son. People like us have never experienced the pain brought by Justin’s awkward identity, nor have we experienced the pressure of tiptoeing and scheming around in a complicated family.”

fell into

wife’s son. He had another elder brother from the same father. Later, Gregory

hasn’t had any friends besides me all these years. He was psychologically repulsed by making friends because he had closed himself off. Moreover,

truly enjoyed

of the time, it was because they had no choice.

take back what I said,” Drew abruptly

“What?”

decent. At least you didn’t go along with the crowd at such a young age. You didn’t join in because everyone was picking

how vicious she looked when she bullied Carrie. It was so terrifying that he could not recognize his own

to her, but he

dumb, but you have

Ryan, he patted his shoulder heavily. “From now on, you’re not that brat’s

beat, and

of wind, already