The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"No. Not yet."

Grant took a sip of tea. His gaze was dark and deep. It was like a hidden current in a deep abyss. "I think... Justin should be waking up soon. He has Ms. Thompson by his side, along with capable friends. This disaster may not be as unavoidable as I initially thought."

Clarice leaned in, lowering her voice. "So, you're suggesting that we..."

"I've heard that Ms. Thompson has a rather skilled brother-in-law, a specialist in neurology?"

Clarice blinked in surprise. "Are you referring to Arnold, the youngest son of the Larson family?"

Grant lowered his gaze and continued sipping his tea, his voice cold and detached. "That man cannot remain in Ms. Thompson's team, nor should he stay by my brother's side."

Grant's words piqued Jace's interest immediately. "Do you need me to take action against him?"

"We don't always have to kill someone to remove them."

Grant toyed with the teacup with his fingertips. A faint smile played on his lips. "Breaking his spirit will be just as effective."

Gregory brought Justin back to Savrow, he secretly sent

his immediate family could visit Justin and especially emphasized barring the Thompsons from seeing

would wait outside the

the

windows glow softly in the night. She had no idea behind which one Justin lay peacefully

suffered from frostbite. Her

you wait in the car? You've been standing out here for hours!" Steven handed her a steaming cup

used to do the same thing. He used to wait outside my house

shimmered with unshed tears, her smile bittersweet. "This time, it's my turn to wait for

his head, unsure how to comfort her. Words felt

how badly she wanted to

not see him, all she could do was wait.net agonizing, helpless with silent

like the hardships Justin faced while

she really destined to

seemed far too cruel