The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Grant, either unintentionally or deliberately, kept pressing on Justin's sensitive points. But since this was his beloved older brother, Justin could only endure in silence.

"But now, Justin and Ms. Thompson are no longer together. Since he doesn't want her, then I will take care of her. Grandpa, you'll support me, right?" Grant's lips curled in a half-smile as a strip of apple peel dropped in one unbroken spiral. "I know you've always liked Ms. Thompson and wished for her to become your granddaughter-in-law. Since she and Justin aren't meant to be, I'll marry her and still fulfill your wish. Isn't that great?"

Grant's actions were simple and deliberate, exuding a subtle yet undeniable pressure.

Justin's breathing grew ragged, his brow knitting tighter.

Nigel struggled to catch his breath, his body tense as he attempted to sit up in bed but found himself too weak. "Grant... It's not that you aren't good enough. It's just... I know Bella well. Her heart has always been with Justin, and it always will be. She won't allow anyone else in. If you insist, it will only end badly for you... After all, Bella is stubborn and unyielding."

"There's no such thing as an impossible task for someone determined enough. With time, her heart will come around." Grant's smile was gentle, but his ruthless determination was unmistakable, piercing to the very core. "I have patience. All I ask is your support, Grandpa. You won't stand in my way of pursuing Ms. Thompson, will you?"

Nigel's breathing became erratic. His cheek muscles twitched slightly as he struggled to respond.

stumbled through the corridor, his vision clouded, gripping the walls for support until he

you all right?" Ian

"The medicine..."

Ian froze. "What?"

inside his suit for a packet of blue pills. Ian recognized them immediately. They were the pills Clarice

had already poured them

How can you trust the medicine from that woman?! She's loyal to Young Master Grant. What if it's

I can't bear it anymore..." Justin's weight sagged against Ian, his once-handsome face drenched in cold sweat, his lips pallid as though frozen. "I don't know if it's a side effect from the drug Christopher gave me... Only Dr. Amaryllis's

felt a chill down his spine, a foreboding sensation gnawing at

the car and sped away, leaving only taillights