The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Suddenly, the woman burst into tears.

Jace's instincts were on high alert as he observed the situation outside. When he felt it was sufficiently safe, he loosened his grip on the woman, only to find his palm damp with her tears.

Jace fixed his gaze on her teary eyes and instantly recognized her. She was the same woman who had frantically chased after him at the hospital, calling him "Hugh" as if possessed.

That could only mean one thing. She was Hugh's mother, the mother of the fifth Young Master of the Thompson family.

Jace's body stiffened as he straightened up abruptly and distanced himself from Mila. Every fiber of his body shook.

Inside the car, it felt as though the world had faded away, leaving a vacuum of silence.

Mila was usually calm and composed. But the moment she saw him, she did not care about anything else, unable to control her tears.

At that moment, the driver opened the door and got into the car.

"Madam Mila, I brought back the pastries you ordered for Mr. Thompson-"

he reached for the

wide as she clutched his solid arm in desperation. Her fingers tightened

man of steel, felt

go, as she feared that if she did,

a bloodied man sitting

kidnap Mila. His face went pale with

trembling as she said, "Don't

with a gaze of disbelief. He was a man who lived on the edge, his hands stained with blood. His presence alone was often

the rearview mirror, where his reflection stared back at him-bloodshot eyes, a menacing glare, and a face that screamed danger. He looked nothing like

broken beyond

for him, the driver remained tense. He was ready to defend her

then turned to get out of

clung to him desperately, refusing to let go. Her voice trembled with concern as she asked, "Who were those people

asked felt like a hammer to Jace's heart, shaking

He had also gained the gentle care of a woman who