The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

On the way back from the hospital, Bella thought about Justin's words and the promise they had sealed with a high-five, feeling a torrent of emotions she could not describe.

Staring at the snowy view outside the window, her eyes glistened with tears as she murmured softly to herself, "Bella, he came to you willingly. He agreed to your request. That's already enough, isn't it? You don't have the right to act spoiled around him anymore. Be content."

Steven, who was driving, kept glancing in the rearview mirror at Bella, watching her lost and desolate expression and feeling a deep ache for her. Just the separation alone had turned her world upside down.

He thought, 'If Justin ever left this world for good, her life would crumble entirely.'

Perhaps letting Justin live well was the best outcome fate could grant after all they had endured, even if it was bittersweet.

"Ms. Bella, it's getting late. Maybe we should skip going to the office. You should rest at home. You'll be busy enough fighting for the Savrow A5 project in the days ahead," Steven suggested, his voice calm with concern as he noticed her pale complexion.

Frowning, Bella muttered to herself, "Steven, help me look into someone."

"Of course. Who?"

Maya Cooper worked as a maid at the Tideview Manor, looking after Grandpa Nigel. Her mother still lives

cold, rational demeanor. "This girl died by Grant's hand 20 years ago, but the circumstances

startled by the shocking news, exclaimed, "Grant was involved in a murder case at such a young age? Was he some kind of

wouldn't believe it if my life depended on it." Bella let out a cold laugh. "To think he maintains this facade, masquerading as a benefactor, living under the same roof as Justin. Isn't

and harmless face, Steven shivered. "Terrifying

must get to the bottom of this. Even if he was a minor at the time, it doesn't excuse him from the

her eyes, her voice determined. "If he ever reveals his true nature and becomes a threat to Justin, we'll have

evident. Bella strategized with caution and depth, no longer acting

a thought, he added, "Ms. Bella, if Grant dared to commit murder at 14,

you of his uncle, Lucas Fowler? If we

eyes widened in shock. "But... There's a