Ch. 1951..1960

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1951-Wyatt's gaze deepened. "For your sake, he ended up like this, needing a wheelchair for the rest of his life. He lived quietly abroad and alone for so many years. Now he has returned, seeing you nearly control the entire Salvador Corporation, successful and prominent, taking away everything that should have belonged to him as the eldest son. Do you think he can truly be at peace with that? Do you think he'll hand everything over to you and live as a wealthy idle man?"

"During the years my brother was in Meridan for treatment, we often exchanged emails and phone calls privately. When I needed help, he did his best to assist me. What you said makes sense, but I have yet to see any resentment from him toward me," Justin replied to his future father-in-law without holding anything back, causing some discomfort.

Wyatt clicked his tongue. "You have been the president of a corporation for several years and gone through a divorce, yet you are still so naive."

Justin, despite feeling chastised and barely able to lift his head, felt quite happy.

It reminded him of what Ryan used to say about him. He did have a bit of a masochistic tendency.

"He is in his thirties. Unless his brain has gone to the dogs, how could he possibly wear his heart on his sleeve?" Wyatt spoke candidly, not treating him as an outsider. “In a wealthy family, even full-blood siblings can turn against each other for power and profit, let alone half-brothers."

"Chairman Thompson, please don't put too much pressure on Mr. Salvador. Not all wealthy families are like that," Quentin said from the passenger seat, unable to hold back. "Look at our Thompson family. Whether it's the wives or the sons and daughters, even if they're not from the same mother, they still respect and love each other and maintain harmonious relationships."

"That's because none of my kids have a normal brain! They either want to worship Jesus or be a good civil servant!" Wyatt got angry just thinking about it, shaking his head frequently and questioning his life. "Except for Bella, who is willing to inherit my business, none of the others are fit for the role! In other families, children fight tooth and nail for the heir's position, while in our family, they spit out the meat fed to them, complaining it's too fatty!"

Quentin could only smile wryly.

Justin smiled faintly, his star-like eyes reflecting genuine envy and longing. In fact, he knew very well that each of the Thompson children was outstanding and talented. The reason they developed in their respective fields was not because they could not bear the family's responsibilities but because they all cherished Bella, unanimously leaving the biggest stage to their beloved sister.

After receiving his future father-in-law's teachings, Justin got out of the car, watching the Thompson family's vehicle leave.

"Justin."

Justin turned quickly, seeing Bella walking briskly toward him. The two naturally clasped each other's hands.

"Why did you come out?" The man's warm breath brushed her ear as he kissed her soft cheek.

"Your brother came and made his presence known inside." Bella's beautiful eyes sparkled as she leaned against his waist. "I felt awkward talking to him, so I came out to find you. But I think he has already left by now."

Justin recalled the jade hairpin his brother had given to Bella, feeling a subtle yet sharp pain in his chest. He still cared. It might not have hurt much, but the insult was significant.

"I just checked Twitter." Bella's smile turned cold. "As expected, your brother's high-profile reappearance has garnered a lot of attention. His Fat move was quite successful. He is a formidable opponent."

Justin's expression remained cool. "He can come if he wants. I don't mind."

"But I mind." Bella's eyes sharpened

like a cat's claws, staring intently into his somber eyes. "Have you om considered the impact of his high-profile return after so many, years of silence? What consequences might it bringeing.

that kidnapping incident, you escaped unscathed, but he nearly lost his life protecting you Now !!

confined to a wheelchair for life, how do you think others will see you? Will they think everything you have today was earned through his sacrifice?"

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1952-Justin felt his heart race. His thin lips trembled lightly as he stared straight at her, unable to speak.

What had he done to deserve the concern of this all-powerful father-daughter duo?

"If your elder brother appears, he will certainly garner public sympathy, including your father's," Bella said with a worried expression. "If he intends to replace you, then public opinion will become a sharp weapon in his hand. Justin, you must know that words can hurt the most…"

As soon as she finished speaking, Justin lifted her delicate chin and pressed a passionate kiss onto her pale pink lips. He gently covered the alluring softness,

then gradually deepened the kiss. Her hands pressed against his firm chest as she breathed heavily, her face flushing with emotion.

After a while, they parted. Justin's dark eyes were filled with tenderness as he held Bella, whom he had kissed into a compliant state, tightly in his arms, as if afraid someone might take her away.

"You promised I would be your guardian angel. Now it seems everything has reversed," Bella said, her forehead resting against his broad shoulders. Her eyes filled with warmth.

"You forgot. You are the king, and I am the queen. Only I can protect you," Bella continued.

Justin frowned and laughed, his large hand rubbing the soft white skin on the back of her neck that he loved so much. "I did not expect you to remember such childish words."

Bella's eyelashes fluttered, and her slender arms hugged his waist tightly. "I remember every word you said."

In their passionate love, she remembered everything from their first meeting when she was eleven until now, even every detail. Her mind was like a highly precise computer, inputting keywords, making any specific date and event as clear as yesterday.

But Justin might not remember everything that happened between them.

No, it was not that he did not remember. It was that he never knew that in every life-or-death moment of his life, she had been there. A guardian angel would not let him know of her existence. A guardian angel only needed to protect, silently and without a word.

After the memorial service, Grant did not accept any interviews. He avoided everyone and quickly left through the back door of the funeral home.

The luxury car drove steadily toward Tideview Manor. The cabin was very quiet.

Since Grant was resting with his eyes closed, the driver to Clarice did not dare to breathe loudly.

"Heh." Grant suddenly let out a low laugh.

Clarice froze and cautiously asked, "Sir, what are you thinking about?"

"Some things are better seen than heard," Grant said, a faint smile on his lips.

"Today, seeing Justin standing with the Thompson family, I suddenly felt they were as close as a family."

"Judging from Wyatt's attitude, he already regards Justin as a son-in-law, Clarice said, her eyes filled with contempt. "He finally became the son-in-law of a billionaire family. All his el.net curry favor with Bella and her father were not in vain. Truly, heaven helps those who help themselves.

Grant, still with his eyes closed, smiled even more. "My younger brother grew up in the slums. It has not been easy for him. Now, after much hardship, he has finally found his happiness. As his brother, I am quite happy for him."

"Sir, why say these things? If not for your sacrifice back then, helping Justin escape, everything he has now should have been yours!" Clarice felt indignant for her master.

At this moment, Grant slightly opened his eyes. The light in his eyes was dark and unpredictable. "Everything should be mine, including Bella."

Clarice's heart tightened. She hesitated for a moment before asking in a low voice, "Sir, have you fallen for Bella?"

"Did you not say that everything he has should be mine?" Grant's dark eyes glowed faintly with a hidden fire, and the smile at the corner of his lips carried a hint of barely noticeable desire.

Clarice was shocked. Her brow

furrowed tightly. "Anything in this world you want is rightfully yours.

However, forgive me for saying this, but the relationship between Bella and Justin is rock solid. There is no room for anyone else. Otherwise, Christopher would have succeeded long ago. After all, he and Bella were childhood friends."

Grant smiled self-deprecatingly. "Not to mention my current condition. What woman would want to be with me?"

Please do not say that, sir!" Clarice said, her eyes intense as she looked at him, holding his ice-cold hand reverently. As long as you do not mind, I am willing to be with you all my life!" Grant stared at her without blinking, his eyes moving slightly, as deep and distant as the ocean.

Clarice's heart pounded wildly, and she lost herself for a moment. After all, Justin and Grant were brothers, even if they were not from the same mother Their features had a certain similarity, especially their eyes Before, she thought Justin's eyes were the only breathtaking ones in Savrow. But now she realized that Grant's eyes were just as beautiful, not inferior to that despicable man at all!

Clarice felt a faint regret. If she had not been instigated by Shannon to bet everything on Justin but instead wholeheartedly took care of Grant when he became disabled, flattering him and even following him to Meridan, perhaps by now, the entire Salvador family would be theirs!

Grant suddenly interrupted Clarice's thoughts and withdrew his hand decisively.

"Find out which hospital Chairman Thompson stayed at while recuperating in Meridan. Get his medical report and records as soon as possible."

Clarice's palm was empty, and she clenched her fingers tightly. "Yes, sir."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1953-Logan's funeral was conducted elegantly, with the help of the Salvador and Thompson families.

As the day drew to a close, the Hoffman family members dispersed, leaving only Ryan kneeling before the grave, staring at his grandfather's portrait without moving.

Bella had returned home to accompany Wyatt, while Justin stayed with Ryan until the end.

"Ryan, you have been too exhausted these days. Go back and rest," Justin said, sighing softly. He felt a pang of sorrow as he stepped forward to help him up, only to find the man unyielding like iron.

"I cannot rest. There is still Yasmin's funeral," Ryan responded almost mechanically.

The deep-seated exhaustion that permeated his every word cut through Justin's heart like a knife.

In recent days, no one dared to mention that name, knowing it was a bleeding wound in Ryan's heart that would never heal.

"I will help you. Don't worry, I will handle everything." Justin's voice was hoarse and raw. Yasmin was gone. Nothing he could say could ease the pain.

"I remember Yasmin once saying… She liked a simple, peaceful life. Even for her funeral, she would want it to be modest and quiet, like a raindrop disappearing into the earth." Ryan struggled to draw a breath, a hint of a bitter smile forming at the corner of his eyes before it shattered.

"But she followed me through fights and chaos, never living a day of peace.

Justin, I ruined her life. I caused her death. She has no family left in this world.

How can I make it up to her? How can I repay her?" Justin kneeled beside him, patiently patting his back.

"Ryan, don't be like this. Yasmin would not want to see you so downcast. You must be strong to protect the Hoffman family and take care of Carrie. Only then will her efforts not be in vain."

As night fell, Justin and Ryan finally left the grave.

"Justin, come with me to Willow Creek Villa."

In the dim car, Ryan's handsome face was ashen, but his emotions remained steady. "I want to organize Yasmin's belongings. After that, I will seal the villa permanently Justin nodded in understanding. That place had been where Ryan and Carrie lived with Yasmin for a long time. It had been so warm once, and now it brought Ryan so much pain.

The ride was eerily silent.

Dean drove in silence while Justin sat expressionless in the back. After only a few minutes, Ryan leaned his head against the window, falling into a fitful sleep.

"Ryan, we are here."

An hour later, Justin woke Ryan.

Looking completely worn out, he wiped his face and got out of the car .

Justin and Dean followed closely, worried about him.

Mr. Salvador, President Hoffman is not well. He looks like he can hold on, C but his body is already overtaxed,"

Dean whispered, on the verge of tears.

'I know." Justin felt deep sorrow but did not know how to help his friend bear the pain.

Ryan's trembling fingers pressed the familiar code and pushed the door open.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1954-Ryan slowly stepped into the living room, his reddened eyes scanning the surroundings. Everything looked the same as before, as if nothing had happened. "Mr. Hoffman, you are back."

A gentle and respectful voice, ethereal and melodious, floated into his ears.

Ryan's face instantly lit up with a warm smile, and he reflexively responded, "I'm back."

However, he would never hear the next sentence again.

With a thud, Ryan could no longer hold himself up. His once proud and tall frame collapsed, his knees hitting the floor as he curled into a cocoon.

"Ryan!"

"Mr. Hoffman!"

Justin and Dean hurriedly rushed to support him, only to hear the faint sound of droplets hitting the floor.

Ryan buried his head deeply, large tears streaming from his tightly closed eyes, hitting the floor like falling rain.

"Ryan, let Dean and I handle the organizing. Don't push yourself," Justin said, holding his trembling shoulders, his own eyes red-rimmed.

"I'm fine… I'm fine." Ryan wiped his tears harshly and used his arms to push himself up from the floor, taking slow steps towards the stairs. Justin watched his stubborn yet fragile back, feeling an unbearable pain in his heart.

He remembered their younger days-how Ryan would always boast about Yasmin, calling her his little follower with an arrogant smile.

In truth, Justin knew that Yasmin was not just Ryan's loyal subordinate. She was the person who cared most for him-his dearest friend, someone he trusted with his life. They arrived at the room where Yasmin had once lived.

It was clean and simple, with only a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk, showing no sign that it had belonged to a young woman.

Justin and Dean, under the pretense of helping, dared not move anything. They stood at the doorway, watching Ryan's fingers gently trace the surface of the desk and the neatly made bed, feeling Yasmin's lingering presence.

Ryan opened the wardrobe door and looked at the exquisite evening gowns, each meticulously stored in plastic garment bags, all looking brand new.

Tears welled up in his eyes as memories flooded his mind.

"In the past, whenever I had to attend a business event or a social gathering, needing a female companion, it was always Yasmin by my side," Ryan said, pulling bright red evening gown with a tearful smile. "I still remember stunning she looked in these dresses. Those lecherous men could not take their eyes off her, and every time I took her out, I would come back inexplicably furious. It was not romantic jealousy, just the feeling of having my little sister ogled by other men. It was that kind of annoyance.” He laughed bitterly at himself and said, "Heh… But what does it matter?

Someone like me does not deserve a sister as good as Yasmin."

Justin's heart ached, while Dean silently cried several rounds of tears.

Just as Ryan was about to close the wardrobe, he noticed a brown leather box beneath the hanging clothes .

Curious, he took it out and placed it on the bed. Slowly opening it, he found a diary inside.

Yasmin's diary was pink, with a picture of a little white rabbit holding a carrot on the cover. It was secured with a simple plastic combination lock.

A lock like this could easily be broken with a single hit, but Ryan did not treat it so roughly. After a moment of contemplation, almost

as if guided by some unseen force he entered his own birthday.

With a click, the lock opened.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1955-In an instant, Ryan felt the entire room was eerily silent, as if in a vacuum.

Besides his own heartbeat, he heard nothing.

The diary was yellowed with age, a testament to the many years Yasmin had used it.

Ryan's fingers trembled as he carefully turned the pages. Although Yasmin had never received a formal education, her writing was neat, even showing a masculine strength. It closely resembled Ryan's own handwriting.

Ryan's writing had been taught to him by his father from a young age. Being around him day and night, Yasmin had naturally been influenced. Perhaps her

admiration for him was so deep that she unconsciously mimicked his handwriting, hoping to bridge the gap between them.

Yasmin did not write every day. What she recorded were moments that were significant to her.

[Today, I followed Young Master to Mr. Finn's funeral. With Mr. Finn gone, the burden of the family now falls on Young Master. The road ahead will be hard, but there is no need to fear. I am here. Mr. Finn, rest assured. Even if the sky falls, I will protect Young Master without hesitation.] [Recently, Young Master seems different from before. He smiles for no reason even while eating. Could it be that he is in love? Who is the lady who has opened Young Master's closed heart? I would love to meet her.] [Ms. Carrie is a lovely girl. She deserves Young Master. Truly a person with great taste!] [Young Master, this is the 14th Thanksgiving I have spent with you. I used to not understand the meaning of reunion, but now that you have a wife, such festivals hold special significance for you. They also hold special meaning for me.] [Young Master, the moon tonight is beautiful. Just like the love I have for you, an affection I can never speak of.] Ryan's hands trembled as he held the diary. Tears, swollen with pain, dripped onto the pages.

An old, yellowed photograph clipped from a newspaper caught his tear-blurred vision. It was from ten years ago, during a family ritual.

Ryan, just past completing his coming-of-age ceremony, stood tall and majestic, following behind Logan, exuding the presence of a future head of the family.

Trailing closely behind him was the young Yasmin, dressed in a black bodyguard uniform, her hair tied in a high ponytail. Back then, she lacked the mature charm of today, with her face still retaining some baby fat.

The photo was not very clear, but the gaze of the young girl watching his back was bright and clear, shimmering with gentle radiance. She was always watching over Ryan, even though he never once acknowledged her.

[Today, you casually asked me if I have someone I like and that I should tell you if I do, so you can help me vet them. God knows how fast my heart was beating at that moment.] [You always worry that I will end up as an old maid if I keep following you, and you asked if I had ever thought about marriage. Actually, I am already married. I silently married you in my heart.] [Young Master, my only wish in this world is for you to truly find happiness. Please do not disappoint me.] Ryan clutched the diary to his chest, slowly crouching down as his tears flowed uncontrollably. At first, it was a whimper, gradually turning into heart-wrenching sobs, making it hard for him to breathe. Yasmin had loved him deeply for so many years. Yet he, like a fool, remained unaware.

He loved Carrie deeply and knew well the pain of unrequited love. How could Yasmin, who had watched him day in and day out with women, not be in pain? How could someone endure such heartache and still continue to protect him?

'Yasmin… How could there be such a steadfast person in this world? What was so special about me?' "If there is an afterlife…" Ryan cried out, gasping for breath. "If there is an afterlife, I hope you can be my sister. I will protect your happiness for a lifetime. Let us meet again in another way. You deserve the best of everything in this world."

With the help of Justin and Dean, Yasmin packed up her belongings. There were only two boxes, as if the girl could vanish from Ryan's life at any moment.

Only the pink diary was kept close to his chest, treasured as a gem.

"Mr. Hoffman, this is Yasmin's phone." Dean, with reddened eyes, handed Yasmin's phone to him. "It was originally broken and could not be turned on, but it was repaired by Young Master Ralph's technicians at the police station. The screen was replaced. Please keep it well."

Ryan's long lashes trembled as he took the phone. He opened the photo album and was instantly overwhelmed with sorrow, barely managing to control himself.

The last photo in the album was of him dressed in a dog costume m Yasmin in a rabbit costume, and Carrie together.

There was not a single decent photo of them together.

He had so many regrets…

At that moment, Justin's phone rang. It was Paul calling.

"Mr. Salvador, are you with Mr. Hoffman?"

"Yes, I'm with Ryan. What happened?"

Just now, Chairman Salvador visited the hospital to see Ms.Carrie m Inadvertently, he revealed the news of Ms. Yasmin's death … "

"What did you say?"

Justin's eyes widened with anger. "How could he be so careless despite repeated instructions?"

The car was silent, and Ryan, though faintly hearing Paul's words, felt his heart tighten.

'It's no use blaming Chairman Salvador now. Please come over quickly Toresolve this, only Mr.

Hoffman can comfort Ms. Carrie!'

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1956-Justin and Ryan rushed over to the hospital. They sprinted to the ward entrance, just as a group of medical staff emerged.

"How's Carrie?" Ryan asked urgently, his face pale, as he grabbed the attending physician.

The doctor replied anxiously, "The patient's body is weak, and she suffered a severe mental shock. The situation only stabilized after receiving oxygen therapy. However, her mental state remains concerning." Ryan felt his heart constrict as he listened to the doctor's report. He quickly pushed into Carrie's room.

"Aah-Ah!"

Carrie was being held down on the bed by Gregory and Paul. Several tubes were attached to her frail body. As she struggled against them, she still looked beautiful, like a fragile porcelain doll desperately trying to break free. Her eyes were bloodshot, while her gaze was unfocused and frantic. Her mouth was wide open, emitting broken sounds as her slender hands clawed wildly in the air.

"Ms. Carrie! Please calm down, Ms. Carrie!" Paul tried to hold her down but was afraid to hurt her further.

"Carrie! Don't do this! Don't scare Daddy… Carrie!" Gregory's face was panicked and desperate.

Ryan hurried to the bedside, his chest heaving violently. As he bent down, he heard a sharp crack. While she was flailing wildly, Carrie slapped him, leaving behind a shocking red mark across his cheek. Justin and Paul froze and quickly asked, "Are you okay?"

Gregory also stood, stunned, but he could not focus on anything other than his daughter while she was in this condition.

"I'm fine," Ryan replied calmly. He proceeded to sit on the bed, using his strong arms to lift Carrie's frail waist. He pressed her firmly into his chest, ignoring her struggles.

"Ah… Aaah…" Carrie's face was so pale, and her lips cracked from screaming.

"Carrie, it's okay… It's me, your brother, Ryan. I'm here. It's okay." Ryan's voice trembled as he tried to comfort her. He was at a loss for what else to say.

"Yasmin…"

Tears streamed down Carrie's face as she struggled to utter this name in his ear.

Ryan heard it, though. His throat tightened and he softly replied, "Carrie Yasmin is no longer with us, but I believe she isn't gone completely. She will always be in heaven, watching over us."

On her way back to Savrow, Bella received a call from Justin. She sped straight to the hospital. Her mind was in shambles as she hurried inside. "Ms.

Thompson!"

A clear, gentle voice called out from behind. Bella stopped, frowning slightly, as She turned around.

It was Grant, his face covered in sweat, as he was attempting to m maneuver his wheelchair up the ramp.

When he was just a foot from the top of the ramp, his wheelchair jerked. He lost control and begam rolling down rapidly. Grant's eyes widened in shock, and his body lurched dangerously backward.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1957-Suddenly, a blur passed in front of him, and he felt a warm hand supporting his back, one hand gripping his arm.

"Careful!"

Grant looked up in surprise, meeting a pair of clear, bright eyes. He felt his heart skip a beat.

Bella mustered her strength and wheeled him back onto level ground. As she leaned over him, a few strands of her hair brushed against his face.

Grant clenched his jaw and smiled wryly. "I really have to thank you, Ms.

Thompson. If not for you, I would be staying here tonight too."

"It's nothing. I did what anyone would do."

Bella lowered her eyes, nudging a pebble away with her toe. "Your wheel must have been caught on a stone. That was really dangerous. Why isn't Ms. Clarice with you?"

"I'm heading back to Meridan soon and wanted to visit my sister before leaving.

I was just in the café next to the hospital, buying coffee for the doctors and nurses taking care of my sister. Clarice stepped into the supermarket nearby, so I was just waiting by myself. That's when I got a call from Paul. I rushed over alone because I was just so worried about Carrie."

He was still sweating and panting heavily.

During their brief encounters in the past, Bella had only ever seen the eldest Salvador impeccably composed. Even bound in a wheelchair, he always managed to maintain a dignified posture. She had never seen him look this ruffled before.

"I understand that, as her brother, you're concerned about Carrie. But given your condition, you shouldn't be going out alone. It's too risky." She kept her tone indifferent toward him.

Grant showed a resigned smile. "At times like these, I can't help but wish I were healthy. If so, I wouldn't always be a burden to others."

Bella's expression shifted subtly at his words, but she quickly concealed it and cleared her throat. "Are you going to wait here for Ms. Clarice?

Then I'll be going up to see Carrie first."

"If you don't mind, may I go with you? I'm really worried about her." Grant pleaded, his eyes filled with urgency.

"Of course, you're her brother. I don't mind." With that, Bella turned and walked ahead.

Just then, she heard a coughing fit behind her, accompanied by the man's heavy breathing, sounding like he might collapse at any second.

"Ms. Thompson, my body is really useless." Grant spoke between gasps, his face pallid. "I have no strength left… Could you, perhaps, help push me to the room?"

Although Bella was reluctant to have prolonged contact with him, as a doctor, she could not be so

heartless toward an ill person.

Especially since Grant had once saved Justin's life, she could not simply ignore him.

Alright." She moved behind him and began to push the wheelchair.

Thank you … " Grant had his hand on his chest as he tried to steady his breathing. He turned to meet the eyes that had stunned him earlier.

At that moment, a low, stern voice rang out behind them. "Bella."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1958-Bella froze. She slowly turned and met the man's dark eyes as her heart thudded heavily inside her chest.

Justin clenched his fists beside him, and Bella could feel the tension radiating off him.

"Oh… Justin."

Grant cleared his throat to explain himself, as if they were guilty of hiding something from him. "Don't overthink this. I just came across Ms. Thompson at the hospital entrance. I wasn't feeling well, and I asked her to help me upstairs."

"Dear brother, pray tell, what could I be overthinking?"

Justin's lips curled in an attempt to smile. However, it came across as a grimace. "You're my big brother, and Bella is your sister-in-law. We're family.

She was only doing her sisterly duty."

As he said this, he strode over to Bella and gently took over the wheelchair handles. "Let me take care of this."

"Thank you, Justin," Grant said with a tight smile.

Justin bent down and whispered into his ear, "You're my big brother. It's the least I can do."

Outside the ward, Gregory was anxiously discussing Carrie's condition with the attending physician.

"Dad!" Grant called out. He was stuck in his wheelchair but desperately wished he could get up and walk over to his father.

"Grant! You know you're not well. Why did you come here so late at night?"

Gregory looked at his son's pallid face and felt moved by his efforts.

"I was worried about Carrie, so I came to check on her. I happened to run into Justin and Ms. Thompson downstairs, so we came up together."

Grant furrowed his eyebrows. "Dad, how is Carrie?"

Bella stood nearby, her face wrought with tension, as Justin gripped her clammy hands.

"Fortunately, Ryan is here. He's already inside with your sister. But we can't carry on like this. Carrie was already depressed. After receiving such a big shock, I'm afraid she might end up having a mental breakdown!" Gregory sighed helplessly.

Justin shared his father's distress. After careful consideration, he suggested. "In the worst-case scenario, we'll have to resort to electroshock therapy."

Gregory and Paul looked at each other in confusion. "Electroshock therapy?"

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"It's a treatment used to treat some mental illnesses by administering safe doses of electric currents to the patient. When I served in the peacekeeping forces, many soldiers suffered ed severe mental trauma. They developed PTSD and couldn't live normally after discharge. Many had to resort to this method."

Bella's heart clenched at the thought as she watched Justin's profile.

"Will there be any lingering side effects?" Gregory questioned.

"Initially, dizziness and nausea will be expected, but as time passes, she will lose some triggering memories. It may also lead to some memory retention difficulty in the future," Justin answered bluntly.

"I don't recommend this method," Grant countered, frowning and shaking his head. "Is erasing memories the only way to treat her? Is killing one's past self the only solution?"

Bella stared at him in shock. She never expected this man to have such empathy.

The air suddenly grew tense. The two brothers locked eyes, as if two invisible forces were clashing.

Grant continued, "I have personally one can t undergone electroshock therapy in the past, time and time again. No &nderstand the feeling of having your soul ripped from your body better than I do. It's just one pain masking another."

Grant's expression turned somber. "This method doesn't address the root cause. This Yasmin girl was clearly very important to Carrie. Even if she is made to forget temporarily, once she comes across anything related to that girl, her memories will return, as will her condition. What then? Use electroshock therapy again to force her to forget? To what end?"

Gregory's eyes watered at this confession. "Grant, I had no idea you suffered so much back then."

Justin pressed his lips together, feeling like he had just swallowed a rock.

The kidnapping incident had left a significant shadow on Grant, psychologically He believed this had been the only option to get Grant through those dark days.

Dad, it's all in the past. It doesn't matter now. I only said all that m because I don't want Carrie to suffer ke I did.

Grant forced a smile and released a breath.

"Mr. Grant, do you have a better solution?" Bella asked seriously.

Grant looked at her with gentle sincerity. "Medication."

Justin did not miss this look between them.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1959-Instantly, the taste of bile rose to Justin's throat, rendering him speechless.

"To my knowledge, no medicine can truly cure autism. It can only manage its symptoms. Moreover, overuse can lead to lethargy and mental dullness." Bella shook her head skeptically. "If truly it worked, Carrie's autism would have been cured by now."

"Ms. Thompson is right, but that was in Savrow."

Grant's expression was gentle and patient as he explained. "In the past two years, a new medication has been developed in Meridan to suppress autism.

Though it is still a supplementary treatment, it is still far more effective than our medicine. Additionally, I believe that if Mr. Hoffman spends more time

accompanying Carrie and surrounding her with love, her condition will improve significantly. It will be much better than electroshock therapy. Ultimately, autistic patients need to feel loved as much as possible."

Gregory nodded in agreement. "Grant, you raise a lot of good points!"

However, Bella remained impassive. "Mr. Salvador, with all due respect, I am very skeptical of medication, especially foreign ones. This is something you ingest, and any mishap could cause irreversible damage. My father recently suffered a stroke. Conservative treatments could have saved him, but he instead took medication from an untrustworthy person, leading to severe side effects, even incontinence. I do not want the same terrible things to happen to Carrie. I see her as my own sister. I am not willing to take that risk."

"Ms. Thompson, I understand your concern."

Grant kept his gaze gentle. "That is why I will accompany Carrie in taking the medication. Whatever she takes, I will take the same amount. Is that acceptable?"

The other three were left stunned.

"Grant, what are you doing?!"

Gregory immediately objected. "All medicine has side effects. You do not have that kind of illness. How can you volunteer to take that medication? This is absolutely unacceptable!"

Bella was surprised. She had not expected Grant to go so far, risking himself just to ease her concerns.

"I have taken over a thousand kinds of medication over the years, so one more won't make a difference." Grant remained calm. "I understand Ms. Thompson's concerns, especially given what her father has gone through. It's only natural to be extra cautious. It's decided, then. Within three days, I'll have Clarice deliver the medicine. As the oldest brother, I have no other desire but for my sister to be safe and sound."

After their discussion, Grant left the couple to themselves. Clarice arrived, and the two hastily left the hospital.

On the way back to the manor, Grant recounted the events at the hospital to Clarice in a nonchalant tone.

Clarice's heart raced as her voice rose. "Sir! How could you even suggest this?

How can you put your body in harm's way like this?!"

"That's enough." Grant silenced her, furrowing his brow.

He recalled Bella's eyes and her steady demeanor. She exuded a unique charm that made men willingly submit to her allure.

In comparison, the meticulous Clarice somewhat resembled a poorly made human doll.

Clarice shrank back, lowering her head. "I… I'm just worried about your health. The medication you mentioned hasn't even passed the final clinical trials at our research institute.

While it was proven to be effective, its side effects are still unpredictable. I fear…"

"If I didn't propose this, they wouldn't have accepted my suggestion. But now that I have my goodwill will be doubled, both with Justin and Ms.

Thompson." Grant smiled. "But … It's still too risky."

"Everything requires a certain cost to succeed. Haven't I always told you this?"

Grant wore an inscrutable smile as he gazed out the window. "Let's consider this a clinical trial. If my sister and I are lucky, we will both be fine. If not, I will be with her as her brother, won't I?"

Clarice chewed on her lower lip, her worries not assuaged in the slightest.

Ms. Thompson is different from any opponent we've faced before." Grant closed his eyes and smiled wistfully She is smart resilient, brave, and cautious. Every plot has risks. In order to win her over, the best weapon we have is genuine sincerity."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1960-The night was pitch black, only illuminated by the moon high in the sky. When they returned to the villa, Justin retreated to his study. Bella stood by the window with her hair still wet from her bath, lost in thought. She dwelled on Grant's words, carefully dissecting each one. He intrigued her deeply.

She prided herself on understanding people. When Christopher showered her with flattery, she easily saw through his facade. Yet, with Grant, she sensed no hostility. He was gentle and refined, like a breath of fresh air. Even more surprising was his willingness to test the medicine for Carrie personally. Even if his intentions were not entirely pure, the stakes were so high.

Bella frowned, her mind racing. 'Grant, who are you really?'

Suddenly, she felt warm arms wrapping tightly around her waist.

"You little lazy cat, not drying your hair when I'm not around, hmm?" Justin's voice came from behind her. His warm breath tickled her neck, making her flush a rosy red. "If you catch a cold, it hurts me too." "When did you get here? You startled me," Bella replied softly.

"What were you thinking about so deeply?" Justin asked, kissing her earlobe.

"Your older brother," Bella replied absentmindedly, her gaze still in the middle distance.

Justin's heart dropped at these words. His kiss turned into a bite, punishing her for her carelessness.

"Ouch, that hurts… Ah!" Bella exclaimed as he forcefully turned her around, gripping her chin and staring her down.

Just looking into his eyes made her feel weak and tremble slightly.

"Bella, who did you say you were thinking about?" Justin's voice was hoarse.

"You know I didn't mean it that way… Mmph!" Her words were cut off by a searing kiss, and he invaded her mouth aggressively.

Bella's tongue felt numb and sore under his onslaught. She could hardly move, pressed tight against the balcony railing. Justin was acting crazy tonight, which made her nervous. But before she could think any further, his kiss left her dizzy and disoriented.

The rose silk robe she wore slipped down her back, caught between their bodies.

In the silver moonlight, her flawless body unfolded for him like a delicate flower, soft against his heaving chest. Justin's last restraint snapped. His calloused hands kneaded one breast while his mouth lowered to suck on the other.

"No… I… I just showered…" Bella's neck arched back involuntarily, pain and pleasure intermingling. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"We'll shower again. I'll help you.” Justin's hands gripped her waist tightly. His crisp shirt was still buttoned fully, but his trousers were already off. Without hesitation, he plunged into her, driven wild with need.

Bella's eyes welled up with tears. Her arms trembled as they wrapped around his neck, her porcelain body bouncing rhythmically against the railing. The cool night wind on her back created a torturous mix of heat and cold.

Justin … I'm cold … Can we move to the bed … Please?" Bella's body was stick with sweat, yet her lips quivered.

Are you still thinking about him? Are you?" Justin's eyes followed her! !!

ignoring her plea.

He felt like he was losing his mind.