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.

Gregory called out excitedly, striding eagerly

the elderly patriarch, following

Justin, I ended up disturbing you

gaze

my brother as well. It's only right

polite smile while secretly sizing up the legendary eldest son of the Salvador

day but had not expected it to arrive so

had always imagined him as a lurking adversary, ready to

found no trace of hostility in his serene and gentle

approachable smile effortlessly

said warmly. However, his handsome features were tinged with a thin layer

did not quite