The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Meanwhile, in the hospital ward, Mila stayed by Jace's bedside as he lay unconscious.

At the same time, she turned on her phone. Like countless others, she was watching the shocking turn of events unfolding at the Salvador Corporation's press conference.

When she saw Justin caught in a whirlwind of public opinion and her long-absent nephew appearing to present one piece of evidence after another to turn the tide, she felt a mix of emotions. Pride and relief filled her heart, yet beneath it all, a faint worry lingered.

Even if Arnold and Asher never spoke about it, everyone in the family could see it clearly- they had broken up.

Arnold had vanished without a word and traveled to Meridan. During that time, he had only made a single call to assure her of his safety, speaking briefly before hurriedly hanging up.

Since then, Asher has rarely been home. Every time he appeared, his handsome face looked haggard. His once-bright eyes had dulled, shrouded in a perpetual gray haze of sorrow that refused to fade.

Mila felt immense heartache for both of them, but she had no idea what had happened between them.

Now, Arnold had returned to clear Justin's name, and he and Asher had a chance to meet again. Mila sincerely hoped that this opportunity would allow them to reconcile.

At that moment, a knock sounded at the door.

Mila responded. As the door opened, Wyatt's trusted aide, Quentin, strode in. Dust clung to his clothes from his hurried journey.

are you facing

lying in the hospital bed. His body trembled violently. He rubbed his eyes hard,

not just a resemblance. In my eyes, they are the same person." Tears welled in Mila's eyes as her trembling fingers gently traced the striking features of Jace's face. "Hugh is the son I carried in my womb. Even if he were reduced to ashes,

so emotionally unstable. He felt uneasy as he spoke hesitantly. "I understand how you feel. But Young Master Hugh was in that plane crash. The aircraft went down at sea. The rescue teams searched the waters for a full month. Not a single survivor was

words, Mila's chest clenched with pain. She clung desperately to Jace's calloused hand as if grasping

after so many years, she still remembered everything

But now, his hands were covered in

to imagine what her child had

"If he really is Young Master Hugh

I cannot trust anyone else with this." As she spoke, Mila carefully handed over a bloodstained handkerchief, sealed inside a plastic bag. "This contains his blood. I

want me

tears. "Ever since our brief meeting in the hospital, I have been searching for Hugh in secret. Now that I have found him, I cannot.... I will not let him slip

it

breath, feeling the weight of the responsibility placed on him. " Understood. I will take care of

the press conference, white flashes from the cameras flickered continuously between

his eyes, he gazed at the proud and cold woman beside him. A fire burned in his stare, and his heart