The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin's tall frame instantly stiffened. It was as if an invisible force had seized his heart.

"What did you just say? Grant is back?!"

Gregory's eyes sparkled with joy. His delight was evident. "Where is he now?!"

"He's currently in the hospital's underground parking lot. I happened to run into him when I was returning from an errand."

"Why didn't he tell us in advance?" Gregory exclaimed, his face beaming with a mixture of joy and reproach.

"I talked to Young Master Grant for a bit. He said he didn't inform you in advance because he didn't want you to go through the trouble of preparing for his arrival." "That boy, always so considerate!" As he finished his sentence, Gregory quickly instructed Justin, "Justin, go inform your grandfather. I'll head down to greet Grant first!"

Justin watched their departing figures, his fingers curling inward slightly.

When the Salvadors reached the parking lot, Grant was already sitting calmly in his wheelchair with a gentle smile on his face.

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