The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

With the unwelcome and ominous guests gone, the funeral proceeded smoothly. The members of the Thompson family paid their respects to Logan one by one.

Wyatt walked up solemnly to Ryan and spoke gently. "Ryan, my condolences. Old Master Salvador called me last night. He said he was feeling unwell and would not be able to attend. He will meet with you later and visit Logan's grave."

Justin felt a mix of emotions upon hearing this. He was worried about Nigel's health, but he was also comforted knowing Nigel truly cared for Ryan.

"Thank you... Uncle Wyatt. I understand Old Master Salvador's sentiments." Ryan's eyes filled with gratitude as he obediently changed his address. He knew that Nigel's discomfort was just an excuse. After all the Hoffman family had repeatedly endangered Bella's life. Even though Nigel no longer held a grudge, his presence at the funeral could have caused trouble and gossip.

Asher and Axel also stepped forward to offer their condolences and support. Although Ryan had lost all his immediate family, standing with the Thompson family, he felt a long-lost sense of kinship. From now on, he had a new family and siblings. He no longer had to carry his burdens alone.

"Dad, let me take you home." Bella gently supported her father's arm.

"I'm fine. There are plenty of people here to protect me," Wyatt said, patting his daughter's hand and whispering in her ear, "The Hoffman family has no one left. This is an important occasion when they need help the most. You and Justin are Ryan's best friends. Stay with him until the end."

Bella was deeply moved and nodded, her eyes moist.

Wyatt, I'll escort you to the car," Justin offered. As the future son-in-law, he was thoughtful

Justin,

media attention. To divert attention, the three ladies left first

recovered well. Today is Chairman

were straightforward and respectful, leaving the reporters with nothing

must be many doubts and worries about this young heir. However, as someone who watched him grow up and understands him well, I can confidently say this," Wyatt said, raising his chin slightly and his gaze firm.

initially noisy scene fell silent at

Wyatt was older, shorter, and less physically imposing, his presence was commanding and reassuring.

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attention also shifted to the van. The door opened slowly, and two bodyguards in black stepped out, followed by a woman in a snow-white suit-Clarice. Justin's heart tightened, his defined

the bodyguards, Grant, seated in a wheelchair, was carefully escorted out. Clarice pushed him toward Wyatt and

"Who is that?"