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.

heart was clearly still

Justin could no longer stand. His tall, sturdy

"Mr. Justin! Be careful!"

clouded his vision as he

getting worse?" Clarice wrapped her arms around his firm, lean waist, holding him

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

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

Dove..." Before he could finish his words,

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

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

excused

such a severe headache." Clarice kneeled beside the coffee table and poured out some tea to serve Grant. "To be honest, I

him one black pill to suppress his emotions. But my brother had the nerve to take three pills in one go. I'm quite impressed by Justin's boldness. If it weren't for his strong physique, he wouldn't have survived. For most people, taking that many pills would likely leave them in a vegetative

time, the pain will become constant. He'll be dependent on medication and might

no different from drug

never thought that even after taking three pills, he still wouldn't let go of her. Earlier today, I made it clear that I intend

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

is slowly starting to give up on my