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."

clear Grant wanted Wyatt to

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

a gentle spring breeze. Yet, for reasons he could not explain, he could not warm up

whatever you want to say, you can say it here,"

doubting this man who had once saved his life. He did not want 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 to spend more

softened, a faint warmth

it's inconvenient, then perhaps we can discuss this tomorrow," Justin added, his lowered gaze signaling his unwillingness to

passed over Grant's face, his

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 cold can have long-lasting

the room turned

throbbed, his fists clenching tightly

at him with hesitance. Her fragile figure etched

paled and his already frail body swayed. Axel rushed to steady his father, his gaze filled with worry

of sorrow

She raised her voice as if on cue. "Excessive exposure to cold can severely harm a young woman, possibly affecting her fertility

heard, Ms. Thompson had a miscarriage once and is already unable to conceive. So in a way, you could say she's

cutting as a dagger, wounding hearts and shattering defenses. It pierced Justin like a blade and left

his fists and stepped forward, 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

widened her eyes, feigning innocence as she cast a pleading