The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Nigel furrowed his brows deeply, "Grant..."

Grant's eyes carried a hint of sorrow, and his smile was bitter. "I'm sorry, Grandpa. It's my fault. I couldn't help you and Dad or fulfill my duties to the Salvador family. I also ended up becoming a burden. For many years, I've always thought about one thing-how different things would be if I didn't get kidnapped, if I had been the one to escape from the kidnappers. If I could've been a bit more selfish... Would everything have turned out differently then?"

With a complicated mix of emotions, Nigel tried to console him. "Grant, don't think about it that way. I know you've suffered a lot over the years. That was an accident. You're my grandson, too. Why wouldn't my heart ache for you, too? Whether it's you or Justin, I love both of you deeply."

"Then do you love me more, or Justin more?"

This was undoubtedly a soul-searching question.

Nigel was momentarily at a loss for words, while Grant smiled faintly. "You don't have to answer. I understand. But it's okay. I won't be angry. After all, I'm Justin's older brother, the eldest son of the Salvador family. Even at the cost of my life, it's my duty to protect my younger brother. Though I've missed you and Dad and have felt sorry for myself, I've never regretted risking my life to save Justin during that kidnapping incident."

A heavy shadow clouded Nigel's brow, and he pressed his lips together.

"Back then, if I hadn't helped Justin escape, the kidnappers would've tortured us to death. One of us had to survive to inherit the Salvador family business and fulfill our filial duties to you and Dad. Isn't that right?"

"Grant, about that incident... I'll always feel indebted to you. I just hope you don't hold a grudge against Justin. Don't blame him for it. Justin was just a child then. He was too young to understand anything." Nigel set aside his elder's pride, almost pleading with Grant.

A subtle, mysterious smile appeared on Grant's pale and handsome face on the screen.

That smile was like a snake's cold and slender tongue, probing Nigel's heart with eerie and hidden intent.

"Grandpa, who are you talking to?"

Justin walked in with his arm around Bella's waist. His face beamed with happiness.

holding his phone mid-air, unsure

warm voice

mellow voice,

Justin's expression stiffened. "Grant...?"

as he pleaded, "Grandpa, can I please speak with

talk to you." Nigel

that Bella would not appear

to his grandfather,

as spirited and handsome

suppress his cough, smiling with relief. "I'm sure you and Ms. Thompson must

narrowed slightly, and Bella clearly

tonight, right? With Justin, Ms. Thompson, and Uncle Matt having dinner and setting off fireworks

Nigel's jaw clenched slightly.

been sensitive and thoughtful. He

he lacked Justin's straightforward and genuine nature. Though he always

would leave one feeling uneasy and compelled

time to visit you in Meridan with Grandpa. We can

bring Ms. Thompson with you

room suddenly fell

usually reserved, Justin frowned at Grant's

tell if Grant wanted to see him or

no need to complicate it. Isn't Ms. Thompson right beside you? There's no time like the present.