The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Nigel's expression stiffened. He said, "Nonsense, you and Justin are both my grandsons. I care for you both equally." Grant chuckled. "Grandpa, I was just joking. I know you care about me."

At that moment, the door of the luxurious van opened, and a graceful figure emerged.

"Mr. Grant, the parking lot is chilly. Your body can't handle the cold."

As she spoke, Clarice lowered her gaze and bent down, carefully draping a soft blanket over Grant's knees.

Gregory glanced at the stranger and asked, "Who is this?"

"This is Ms. Clarice Amaryllis, my personal assistant. Back when I was in Meridan, she was always taking care of me, the useless person," Grant answered, pressing a fist against his pale lips and coughing lightly.

"Grant, you're the son that I value very much. How could you call yourself useless? Don't belittle yourself. Your health has improved a lot, and with continued treatment, you will keep getting better!" Gregory spoke patiently, looking at Clarice with gratitude. "Ms. Amaryllis, thank you for your hard work."

Chairman Salvador. Taking care of Mr. Grant is my duty. It's

features, his eyes dark and intense. Even from a distance of two meters, his sharp senses picked up the faint floral scent

his gaze, and her bright eyes flickered briefly, the smile on her

could not help but bite

furrowed slightly as concern filled his eyes. "I'm her brother too,

since her accident, he hasn't been able to get a good night's sleep. He wanted to come back sooner, but

need for these unnecessary comments," Grant

son, you're so considerate," Gregory said, clearly touched. "Your timing is perfect. Carrie

ward, and the usually proud and noble

was customary for prominent families to place immense importance on their firstborn son,

Grant's declining health, the 'illegitimate son',

follow them into the ward, Justin