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.

labored breaths made each step a struggle. His heart was clearly still beating, but

no longer stand. His tall,

"Mr. Justin! Be careful!"

clouded his vision as he

headache getting worse?" Clarice wrapped

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

moment, Clarice, wearing a white coat with her black hair neatly tied into a ponytail, overlapped with

Before he could finish his words, his eyes closed,

out, a cold

his condition stabilized, so he was sent back to Tideview Manor, where he remained asleep in his

had returned, Clarice excused herself and went to

and poured out some tea to serve Grant. "To

black pill to suppress his emotions. But my brother had the nerve to take three pills in one go.

mentally agitated. But over time, the

gasped. "Isn't that no different

today, I made it clear that I intend to pursue Bella. His expression didn't waver, but clearly, it struck a nerve. It seems that we

room, Clarice cautiously probed, "Sir, you seem to be

"Perhaps Bella is slowly