The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin's gaze darkened, and his cracked lips pressed into a thin line.

Ian's instincts rang like a warning bell. He immediately moved to stand between the bed and the intruder, adopting a protective stance.

Grant's normally calm and composed face was now uncharacteristically grave and cold.

Wyatt frowned slightly, noticing Grant's sudden entrance. The faint anger between his brows made it clear that he was not here for a friendly visit.

"Mr. Grant, Mr. Justin is injured. Who knows which idiot forgot to leash their dog and let him out?" Ian gritted his teeth, his words clearly intended to send Grant away. "He's not fit to receive guests right now. Please leave!"

Grant's expression darkened even further, though only slightly.

In truth, Ian did not know who was behind Justin's injuries. His outburst was simply a way to vent his frustration. Unfortunately, what he said in jest hit a nerve with those present.

Not wanting Wyatt to witness the family drama, Justin sternly reprimanded Ian. "Ian, don't be disrespectful to my brother."

Ignoring Ian entirely, Grant turned to Wyatt, his lips curving politely. Despite the tension, he maintained his refined demeanor. "Chairman Thompson, my apologies for the interruption."

Wyatt offered a faint, ambiguous smile. "You're too polite, Grant. I'm just an outsider. You and Justin are brothers. If anything, I'm the one intruding on your time."

"Chairman Thompson, I hope you'll forgive my boldness, but I'd like a moment alone with my brother."

Grant wanted Wyatt to

at Justin with concern. "Justin, take care of

always admired the elegance and grace Grant exuded, like a gentle spring breeze. Yet, for reasons he could not explain, he could not warm

to say, you

to be alone with Grant now. "Chairman Thompson is someone I deeply respect. I haven't seen him in a long time and would like

a faint

tomorrow," Justin added, his lowered gaze signaling his unwillingness to

Grant's face,

voice hoarse as he finally spoke. "Justin, Ms. Thompson's recent ordeal nearly cost her life in the mountains. I just spoke with her attending doctor. She sustained

the room turned

throbbed, his fists clenching tightly beneath the

Bella curled up in the snow, looking at him with hesitance. Her fragile figure etched deeply in his mind, chilling him to the

swayed. Axel rushed to steady his father, his gaze filled with worry as he turned to Grant. "Mr. Grant, what are you implying

of sorrow

in a white coat, seized the opportunity to enter. She raised her voice as if on

then cast a deliberate glance at Justin, whose face had turned ashen. "But, as I've heard, Ms. Thompson had a miscarriage once and is already unable to conceive. So in a way, you could say

a dagger, wounding hearts and shattering defenses. It pierced Justin like a blade and left the Thompson family

his voice shaking with fury. "You've gone too far! Bringing this up in front of her family-are you trying to provoke them? What are you playing at with your

innocence as she cast