The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2047



In the following days, Bella and Justin decided to divide and conquer their tasks separately. Although Justin no longer openly defied Gregory, he secretly fueled the public's outrage, determined to use this intense scrutiny to force Christopher out of his dark hiding place.

One day, just as Justin was about to attend a meeting, he unexpectedly received a call from Sasha.

"Aunt Sasha,” Justin greeted, his voice steady, courteous, and approachable.

Sasha, who was usually sharp-tongued and critical, spoke to Justin in a rare tone of warmth and restraint, tinged with a trace of guilt.

“Justin, I still haven't properly thanked you for what you did last time. If you hadn't arrived in time, Southern Star would have been doomed. I'm still terrified when I think about it. If something had happened to Southern Star... I don't know how my father would have carried on. I wouldn't have been able to face Wyatt either."

"Aunt Sasha, you don't have to be so formal. Everything I did was my duty." Without a hint of arrogance, Justin remained as humble as ever. "The fact that you, Uncle Wyatt, and the entire Thompson family were willing to accept me again and allow Bella and me to reconcile that trust alone is something I'll spend my life repaying."

lan could not help

somewhat awkward, as if he were borrowing Ryan's words. Now, though, they flowed

say that. You're making me

breath, her tone firm. "I called to thank you but also to pass on a message from my father. Tonight, he's holding

expression turned to shock. "This is no small matter. Please, you

tired, Justin. He's truly exhausted. He'd rather be summoned by the police and even risk going to prison than keep

case, Bella and I will respect Chairman Jenkins's decision. Tonight, I'll also increase security at the press conference to

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home in Savrow, Owen canceled an important meeting with provincial leaders. He drove himself, ran two red lights, and arrived drenched in

could my wife try to commit suicide?!" Owen frantically grabbed

lunch, Mrs. Hopkins suddenly said she wanted

was in her early forties. She had suffered a miscarriage in the second trimester when she was 29 years old. The unborn