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

glanced at Justin with concern. "Justin, take care of yourself. I won't disturb

the elegance and grace Grant exuded, like a gentle spring breeze. Yet, for reasons he could not explain, he could not warm up to Grant. There was something intangible, like an invisible barrier,

want to say, you can say it

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

heart softened, a faint warmth

this tomorrow," Justin added, his lowered gaze signaling his

shadow passed over Grant's face,

his 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 two severe frostbite injuries. For a young woman, such an extreme

the

his fists clenching tightly beneath

in the snow, looking at him with hesitance. Her fragile figure etched deeply

gaze filled with worry as

hint of sorrow

seized the opportunity to enter. She raised her voice as if on cue. "Excessive exposure to cold can severely

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

comment was as cutting as a dagger, wounding hearts and shattering defenses. It pierced Justin like a

balled his fists and stepped forward, his voice shaking with fury. "You've gone too far! Bringing this

feigning innocence as she cast a pleading look toward