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."

duty. It's not hard work at all,"

her lovely, delicate features, his eyes dark and intense. Even from a distance of two meters, his sharp senses

briefly, the smile on her lips softening ever

not help but bite her

brows furrowed slightly as concern filled his eyes. "I'm her

wanted to visit Ms. Carrie. Ever since her accident, he hasn't been able to get a good night's sleep.

need for these unnecessary

so considerate," Gregory said, clearly touched. "Your timing is perfect. Carrie just regained consciousness.

returned to the VIP in-patient ward, and the

customary for prominent families to place immense importance on their firstborn

led to Grant's declining health, the 'illegitimate son', Justin, would never have

about to follow them into the ward,