The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Grant could have easily maneuvered his wheelchair on his own, but the two adorable boys still insisted on pushing him toward Bella.

"Mr. Grant, I never expected to see you here." Though Bella greeted him with a polite smile, it was clear to any observer that her smile was forced. "I thought an event like this wouldn't be your kind of scene."

Grant's refined face, as gentle and pure as snow, lit up with a smile. "Are you disappointed?" Bella's heart trembled, but she feigned ignorance. "Disappointed about what?*

"Normally, the one attending charity events would be Justin. I'm not the president of the Salvador Corporation, so while my thoughts are with the evening's charity gala, I won't be attending to avoid unnecessary speculation."

Grant's tone was warm, understanding as always. "Although Justin isn't here now, you'll surely see him if you attend tonight's charity gala.*

Bella pursed her lips, her voice growing colder as she scrutinized him more intently.

"I won't be attending the gala tonight, Mr. Grant. You're overthinking things.*

At this moment, the director chimed in. "Ms. Thompson, you may not know this, but Mr. Grant has always been one of the major shareholders behind our orphanage's charity foundation. Over the years, he's been deeply involved in charity work. Our orphanage couldn't have developed as it has without his support behind the scenes!"

Bella's brow furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"Director, it was just a small contribution, hardly worth mentioning." Grant smiled faintly. "Ms. Thompson, I'll be building a snowman with the children later. Would you like to join me?"

Not wanting to appear overly sensitive in front of others, Bella reluctantly nodded. "Alright."

She glanced back at Steven, who looked worried, before following Grant deeper into the orphanage.

original appearance, also arrived at the orphanage.

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this orphanage for three years, and the fact that the teacher, who knew her well, could not recognize

here.

last name. She hoped that the rest of her

unnecessary attention, Yvonne decided to use a fake identity and presented her newly updated ID

my identification. Please take a

Ms. Brown. Please follow

footsteps behind her. Turning casually to look, she was suddenly

the golden sunlight, Justin's tall, handsome figure entered the orphanage's gate. Walking beside him was Clarice, who was

pupils constricted, and her heart filled with tension and sympathy for

the couple from a distance would feel the same heartache. Yvonne felt an intense sorrow. How much more

Yvonne watched helplessly as they walked past her without a

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her gaze cold

Deciding it was best not to stir any trouble in front of this mysterious woman, Yvonne calmly responded, "No, Mr. Salvador,

met, how do you

president of the Salvador Corporation, a man of great power and influence." Yvonne lowered her eyes coolly. "Besides, Mr. Salvador and Ms. Thompson saved countless people from despair. Their