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."

Savrow, he secretly sent him to

one except his immediate family could visit Justin and

wait outside the hospital

heavy rain, the weather grew

glow softly in the night. She had

suffered from frostbite. Her cheeks and the

here for hours!" Steven

used to do the same thing. He used to wait

tears, her smile bittersweet. "This

unsure how to comfort

badly she wanted to

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

the hardships Justin faced while pursuing her were now repeating

she really destined to endure the

seemed far too