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."

Justin back to Savrow, he secretly sent

strictly ordered that no one except his immediate family could visit Justin and

would wait outside the

the weather

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

into her hands, which suffered from frostbite. Her cheeks and the tips

car? You've been standing out here for hours!" Steven handed her a steaming cup of coffee,

thing. He used to wait outside my house for me, time and time

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

lowered his head, unsure how to

knew how badly she wanted to help

him, all she could

Justin faced while

she really destined to endure the same

seemed far too cruel