The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Salvador Corporation was his blood and sweat, too.

"He orchestrated everything-framed me for drug use and bribed my attending physician to give false testimony-just to bring me down. If he dared to strike against me today, what's stopping him from using even more ruthless, treacherous methods tomorrow?"

Seeing his father remain silent, Justin took a slow, deep breath, forcing down the anger surging within him.

"Fine. Even if you insist that my conflict with him is a family matter, Grant's reputation has already plummeted, and the stock price remains volatile. Even now, you're determined to protect him at all costs."

"Grant has explained everything to me. He wasn't aware of the bribery incident. It was his subordinate the female doctor-who acted behind his back. She has already been arrested. The negative rumors surrounding your brother will fade in time..."

Justin listened in silence, his heart tightening with every word. A bitter emotion rose in his throat, thick and suffocating.

He had lost his mother's love too early, and he had never dared to hope for love from his father. He was not one to dwell on sentimentality.

Yet, at this moment, he still wished-just once-that his father would stand by his side. But it seemed that even in death, that day would never come.

"If the outcome will be clear by dawn, why tell me in advance tonight? Do you see me as so weak that I can't even bear this much?"

polite bow. Before leaving, he reached for the

himself upright. His back slumped inch by inch, his hands covering his face as he rubbed it hard, his shoulders

down on him was unbearable, leaving him

suffocating, inescapable

sentenced to death,

choice but to admit that he had

back to his room,

Justin." Paul

briefly before speaking in a low voice. "My father seems to be in a bad mood. He drank quite a bit of strong

Justin, I did not expect that at this point, you would be

Chairman Salvador."

to address it. Instead, he asked calmly, "Paul, you have been by my father's side

with Chairman Salvador was difficult. But I hope you

darkened. "What

voice turned raspy. "I'm sorry. I can't say. But still, I

to resent him." Justin met his gaze, calm and

father and son-we are also superior and subordinate.

past, I might have taken your words into consideration. But now, power and status are no longer my priorities. What I