The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Nigel trembled as he walked over to his son, his cheeks quivering in anger. "Today... I'm laying it down right here. As long as I'm still around, I want to see who dares lay a hand on Anna! I will personally deal with anyone who disrespects her!"

Gregory clutched his chest, his fury evident. "Dad! You're really..."

"Besides, now that Justin has woken up, this matter is over." Nigel's gaze was firm, filled with unwavering protectiveness. "From now on, if you so much as glare at Anna again, don't call me your father! I can't believe you're using your elderly status to bully a young girl. What an achievement!"

Although Nigel did not slap Gregory, the sting of humiliation still burned across Gregory's cheeks. It was not that better off from getting a slap.

"Anna, go on. Go and see Justin. Go on." Nigel gently urged Bella, his voice soft as he looked at Bella, whose eyes were red and puffy from crying. Steven also encouraged her. "Ms. Bella, you've been waiting for Mr. Salvador to wake up all this time. I'm sure he wants to see you, too. Go on."

With trembling, frost-bitten fingers, Bella walked in slow, hesitant steps toward the bedside.

Justin, worn down by his long coma, looked thinner. However, his sharp, strong features only appeared more defined. His handsome face was as striking as ever.

He sat quietly against the headboard, his once bright and lively eyes now dim, void of their former brilliance. It was as if they were bottomless pools of darkness.

However, as soon as she said his name, tears

expression blank as he

creeping through

panic-stricken, rushed over and leaned close to his son's face. "Justin!

"Justin, it's Grandpa!"

way over, his eyes Grandpa is here. Can't you brimming with tears. "Justin,

Nigel. His pale lips

emotion, Nigel cried out joyfully, "Ah!

Gregory, his

son!" Gregory could not hold back any longer and rushed forward,

had last held him

his voice. trembling as he added, "Mr.