The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin's deep, dark pupils trembled uncontrollably.

Suddenly, the sharp pain in his head intensified, as if something were crashing around inside, trying to split his skull open.

'Bella...' In the deepest recesses of his mind, he heard himself softly calling her name.

"Justin? Justin? Are you alright? You don't look well," Grant asked, concerned.

"I'm fine." Justin's tongue pressed hard against his teeth, and he squeezed his reddened eyes shut.

"I'm telling you this now because I worry that if I formally pursue Ms. Thompson in the future, you might feel uncomfortable watching. Although you've broken up, you two once genuinely loved each other."

Grant's clear eyes curved slightly. "I don't want you to think I'm stealing her away. I also don't want anyone to interfere with my pursuit of the one I love."

Justin's headache blurred his vision. Fearing that Grant might notice, he hastily ended the conversation. "I've already broken up with her. Whatever you do has nothing to do with me."

He turned and took two steps before freezing, unable to resist asking, "When did you start having feelings for her?"

With his back to him, Grant lazily squinted at the sky. "I don't remember exactly when. Perhaps it was the first time I envied you. I envied you for having such a pure relationship. Just now, when I saw Ms. Thompson cry in front of me, I became even more certain of my feelings. I want to pursue her and treat her well. I can't bear to see her in tears."

Leaving the rooftop, Justin walked stiffly toward the parking lot. The cold wind that filled his lungs turned into icy needles, piercing his body with unbearable pain.

step a struggle. His heart was clearly still beating, but when he touched his chest, it felt

no longer stand. His tall, sturdy

"Mr. Justin! Be careful!"

his vision as he fell into a warm, fragrant

Justin, are you alright? Is your headache getting worse?" Clarice wrapped her arms around his firm,

and his breathing was ragged. He struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, but all he could see was a

that moment, Clarice, wearing a white coat with her black hair neatly tied into a ponytail, overlapped with the figure he had been desperately

finish his words, his

Justin? Mr, Justin?" Clarice called out, a

at the hospital, his condition stabilized, so he was sent back to Tideview Manor, where he

Clarice excused herself and went to

kneeled beside the coffee table and poured out some tea to serve Grant. "To be honest, I grew

the teacup with his long, slender fingers and spoke calmly. "When Hugh's plane crash caused his memory loss, I only gave him one black pill to suppress his emotions. But my brother had the nerve to take three pills in

will only flare up when he's mentally agitated. But over time, the pain will become constant.

that no different from

it clear that

not left Grant's face since she entered the room, Clarice cautiously probed, "Sir, you seem to be

softly. "Perhaps Bella is slowly starting to give up on