The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"No." Justin's response was resolute.

"Given Grant's methods, he won't harm Yvonne for now because she's still useful to him. He'll exploit her to the fullest, using her to manipulate you, restrain Bella, and force my hand."

"Justin, I need to save my wife. Tell me what should I do?!" Drew grabbed Justin's arm, his bloodshot eyes were brimming with desperation.

Justin's breath grew heavy. "Even if we kill Grant, it cannot be by your hand. I'll do it."

"Are you kidding me? If we're taking that bastard down, we're doing it together!" Drew's striking features were fearless, his voice filled with unyielding determination. "Once a

classmate, always a comrade. We fight side by side!"

"Grant is my brother. The affairs of the Salvador family should end with me. Besides, I'm not just doing this for you- I have my own reasons." Justin fell silent for a moment before speaking again, his voice calm.

"I also came tonight for another reason. I hope you won't blame your sister. She's been consumed by guilt these past two days, unable to forgive herself. She cared deeply for Yvonne."

"Ha... What do you take me for?" Drew let out a sharp exhale, his voice tinged with pain. " That's Bella-my sister, the one I've protected with my life. How could I ever blame her?"

The thought of Bella's sobbing voice made his throat tighten. Drew swallowed hard to keep the tears at bay. "You talk about me--but what about you? If you have blood on your hands, what happens to my sister? I can't do it, and neither can you!"

faint glance. "What does it

or are you just pretending? Bella is still hopelessly in love with you! Even

Justin's deep, starlit eyes held a trace of suppressed emotion as he gazed at the desolate night beyond the

was dark, damp, suffocating,

in a relentless nightmare, reliving the agonizing tortures that

back in Pivotage's filthy, depraved underground chamber, curled

a corner, her

and she saw Drew's resolute

her tear-streaked face

face remained shrouded,

regret it? Regret grabbing Christopher's hand back then just to

wept uncontrollably, her sobs

it. She

all over again, she would rather freeze to

she's dead?" A voice broke through the

even death is a luxury. It's not that easy to