The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Clarice's eyes lit up.

"What's the reason?"

Grant's faint smile carried a chill like the night air. His voice was so cold and distant it felt almost otherworldly. "In my brother's life, apart from Ms. Thompson, there is another woman whose importance could make him act without hesitation."

The usually silent Jace unexpectedly spoke. "Are you referring to the woman who once saved Justin's life on the battlefield?"

"After Justin retired and returned from the front lines, he developed PTSD. His mental state deteriorated severely, even to the point of contemplating suicide. During that time, I often called him, urging him to hold on, to live well." Grant recounted in a low, slow tone, as though telling a story unrelated to himself. "I reminded him that my life was already worse than death. If he didn't survive, what would become of the Salvador family's future? Father and Grandpa would lose their support and be heartbroken."

I even regret it bitterly now. Why did I ever listen to Shannon back then

her, a cold glint within them. Though he and Clarice both served Grant, they could not see eye to eye. He was ruthless, but he only followed Grant's orders, doing precisely what was asked. On the other hand,

ruthless, if not more so. Though they stayed out of each other's way, Jace could

yes, but at that time, the Salvador family needed him to manage the bigger picture. I've never denied Justin's skills in business and management. Besides, if his life

Clarice flushed with

"Back then, Justin often mentioned the girl who risked her life to save him on the battlefield. He said she wore a large mask, so he never saw her face. It was a regret that has haunted him ever since. He never knew her name, so he simply called her 'Little Dove'. For years, he's been searching for her, but there's been no trace. He once told me that this 'Little Dove' is crucial to him, and if he ever found her, he'd do anything to repay her for saving

Clarice quickly asked, "sir,

parrot's feathers, his smile faint, and his gaze profound.

"Who is she?!"