Ch. 2231..2240

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2231-Since Bella woke up, she ignored her own condition and stayed by Justin's side without resting.

Three more days passed, but to her, it felt like three months, three years, or even thirty years…

The sun rose and set, exchanging shifts with the moon, tormenting her.

This was not the first time Justin had been injured because of her. She had experienced panic and fear when his life hung by a thread and he fell into a deep coma. However, for some reason, she could no longer maintain even the slightest bit of rationality and calmness this time.

Bella clung tightly to Justin's hand, their fingers intertwined. The fear inside her surged like an unstoppable flood, threatening to swallow her whole.

She experienced an unprecedented fear.

The overwhelming sense of helplessness tormented her spirit.

In just a week, the once proud and beautiful young lady had withered like a dying white rose-pale, broken, and fragile.

Her frail frame seemed like it could slip out of her oversized hospital gown at any moment.

Every day, from morning until night, Bella would recount their past to Justin, telling him stories from when she was eleven years old to eighteen, to their marriage, divorce, and how they found their way back to each other. She recalled every breathtaking moment vividly, joy and sorrow.

What she once thought was an unbearable past now seemed trivial and fleeting upon reflection.

As long as those memories involved him, everything was good.

Now she had no right to be picky anymore.

"Justin… Arnold said there's something wrong with your brain. I'm so scared. I'm afraid you'll forget me when you wake up."

Bella held the man's rough hand, interlocking their fingers as tears streamed down her face. She kissed his fingertips, the back of his hand, and his palm.

Whenever they were intimate, Justin would say she was like a delicious and soft bun, juicy with every bite, making him want to devour her completely.

So, each time, he would kiss every inch of her delicate skin until she trembled. She felt as if she were floating in the clouds. Only then would he stop before bringing her to the peak of ecstasy in an even deeper way.

Of course, they wouldn't share such intimate affection in public, so Justin would always kiss her lips or, like now, her fingertips and palms.

He loved her so much that these uncontrollable kisses were just his way of expressing the affection he did not know how else to show.

His heart was in turmoil, just as his body was.

Now, it was her turn to be the humble one, to experience the pain of loss and heart-wrenching agony.

Sure enough, fate was fair. Those who failed to cherish happiness would be punished.

"It's okay… Even if you forget me, it's okay."

Tears streamed down Bella's face, soaking his palm. "If the price of you surviving this ordeal is forgetting me… I'm willing to disappear from your memory without regret or complaint. As long as I can watch over you for the rest of my life, I'll be content…"

Justin had said these very words countless times.

Now, it was Bella's turn to speak to them. Each word was like a sharp, tiny stone grinding painfully across her heart.

Could she truly be content?

Was this not just empty self-consolation, the kind that came after exhausting every effort with no other options left?

"Don't forget me… I beg you… Don't forget me…"

Bella could no longer lie to herself. She collapsed onto his chest, her thin shoulders trembling uncontrollably as she sobbed.

"Bella, don't cry."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2232-"Wake up and coax me again."

"Please."

When Bella was crying, the door slowly opened.

Ryan walked in, carrying a bowl of stew. When he saw the scene before him, he froze, his hand holding the bowl trembling uncontrollably.

He had long since had his heart softened by budding love.

The sight before him deeply moved him, stirring an intense urge to shed tears.

Once Bella's sobs quieted down, he calmed himself and walked to her side with light footsteps.

"Bella, have something to eat. I remember you like a stew. I made it for you myself."

For a while, she did not respond.

Ryan glanced sideways and noticed that the breakfast on the bedside table was untouched. His heart ached, feeling heavy with sorrow.

"Ryan… You must hate me now." After a long pause, Bella sat there blankly, her voice quiet and distant." I'm the reason Justin ended up like this. He's your best friend. I didn't take care of him. Instead, I let him nearly lose his life for me. Now he lies here in a coma… Ryan, I know you resent and hate me. Just let it out. You being so calm only makes me feel worse."

"But I don't hate you." Ryan pursed his lips and walked over to sit by the bed. He looked at Justin's pale, bloodless face, and his voice deepened. "Bella, I respect every decision Justin made. No matter the outcome, I won't hate anyone. I'm willing to bear every price and consequence with him."

Bella's heart ached even more. She closed her tear-filled eyes.

"If I'm being brutally honest…" Ryan let out a bitter laugh. "I'm just glad it was him and not you." Bella was stunned and looked at him.

"Bella, Justin isn't as strong as you think he is." Ryan's eyes reddened. "You grew up in a loving family, with parents, aunts, and brothers who doted on you. You've never truly suffered, so you're optimistic, positive, and cheerful. You can face any challenge.

"But Justin isn't like that. He once had nothing. His mother went through hell to restore his status as the second young master of the Salvador family, and since then, he has faced countless schemes. He walked a path filled with obstacles to get where he is today.

"Apart from his grandfather, you're all he has. So, he's far more fragile than you realize because he can't afford to lose. If something were to happen to you, do you believe he'd have the will and courage to keep going? He was diagnosed with depression in his teenage years, and the scars on his left wrist are proof of that.

"So, Bella, you need to stay healthy and strong and wait for him to wake up. Otherwise, Justin's genuine willingness to devote his life to you would be in vain."

Finally moved by his words, Bella trembled as she took the bowl, scooped a spoonful of stew, and put it in her mouth.

"It's delicious." With each bite she took, a tear fell into the bowl.

"Of course. My cooking has my wife's stamp of approval. It's the best!" Ryan forced a smile.

"I want to see Christopher." Bella raised her hand and wiped her tears fiercely, forcing herself to stay strong. "He gave Just in the pills. He must know exactly what he made Justin take!"

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2233-Justin was gone for a whole month. He was the president of Salvador Corporation, a man of great power and influence, and his disappearance left only lan to manage urgent matters at the company. However, there were still countless documents that required his personal approval.

The office was in complete disarray, and the president's desk was piled high with memos.

Eventually, the situation could not be hidden any longer. Nigel and Gregory were alerted.

Justin had narrowly escaped death in Sentania and had been gravely injured, remaining in a coma for an entire week. It was not until now that his grandfather and father were finally informed of the news.

The shock and anger of being kept in the dark was overwhelming for these two former titans of the business world, almost more than they could bear.

After receiving the news, Nigel was rushed to the hospital that very night.

On the other hand, Gregory immediately flew to Sentania to forcefully bring his comatose son back to Savrow on a private jet, under the care of the best medical team available in Savrow.

It was said that a major fight broke out between Gregory and the Thompson family in the hospital, plunging the situation into chaos.

The relationship between the two families hit rock bottom, almost beyond repair.

Fortunately, Asher had enough of a commanding presence and leadership. He had a private conversation with Gregory in a room for half an hour, breaking up the fight.

Otherwise, it was hard to imagine what extreme measures Gregory might have taken. Though he had once been quite critical of his younger son, and their relationship had been strained, Justin was still his son, his flesh and blood.

Although he had reluctantly accepted Justin's relationship with Bella, he could not handle the fact that his son had risked his life time and again for this woman, ending up severely injured each time.

His eldest son, whom he had painstakingly groomed, was already half-crippled.

Justin was his last hope. He had long come to terms with the fact that he would grow old and that the Salvador Corporation would eventually be passed down to Justin.

The Thompson family did not care for his son, allowing him to be hurt and putting Justin in danger repeatedly. How could Gregory tolerate it? There had to be limits to cruelty and mistreatment!

However, Bella was unaware of all this, and the Thompson family had kept her in the dark. When Gregory rushed to the hospital in Sentania, she was already on a flight back home.

The private plane landed in Savrow in the afternoon.

Bella had briefly freshened up on the plane, changing into a sleek black business suit. She used light makeup to cover her exhausted appearance, restoring some of her usual radiant elegance.

However, her pale lips and bloodshot eyes betrayed her fragile state and deep sorrow. But she had to force herself to stay strong.

Ryan was right. If she collapsed, all of Justin's efforts would be in vain.

It was another cold winter day.

"Ms. Bella." Steven stood at the bottom of the stairs, bracing himself against the biting wind. He watched Bella as she walked down step by step, her slender figure appearing lonely. Immediately, he was overcome with the urge to cry.

"Steven, you've worked hard to take care of the house." Bella smiled at him faintly, one that barely formed.

"Please don't say that." Steven hurriedly draped a coat over her shoulders. He wanted to add, "As long as you're safe, nothing else matters."

In the end, he could not bring himself to say it.

After all, the person Bella loved the most was still unconscious, and everything was unknown. He could not add to her pain.

"Do you want to go home and rest for a bit first?"

"No need."

Bella took a deep breath of the cold, sharp air, clearing her head. "I returned urgently because I must visit Christopher in prison. There's something I need to ask him."

In Savrow's prison, tall, thick walls loomed overhead, wrapped in barbed wire and electric fences.

The sun was shining brightly, but inside, the air was suffocating, as though a permanent haze hung over the place, making it impossible to breathe.

"From now on, this is the only view Christopher will ever see." Steven gritted his teeth, following closely behind Bella.

"I imagine he won't be seeing it for long." Bella's voice was devoid of warmth or emotion as she continued walking forward.

In the visitation room, she sat expressionless behind the glass window, while Steven stood in a corner, keeping a close eye on her.

Soon, the iron door creaked open.

The moment Christopher appeared in her sight, Bella's eyes widened slightly.

For a second, she could hardly recognize the man before her as the man she had known since childhood, entangled with, competed against, and rivaled for half a lifetime.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2234-After several days apart, the man who had once been refined, dignified, and full of confidence was now gone without a trace.

Sitting before her was Christopher, his complexion dark and tired, his usually meticulous hair slightly messy, and his once sharp eyes filled with red bloodshot lines.

The former Chairman Iverson, once noble and poised, was now nothing more than a fallen, destitute prisoner. But even in this state, upon hearing that Bella had come to see him, Christopher still made an excuse to visit the restroom, combing his messy hair and quickly washing his face.

The pride of being the Iverson family's young master had been thoroughly shattered in his first year in Sentania when he was still young.

From that moment on, the world no longer had Young Master Iverson, only Christopher, who climbed up over the bones of countless people, corrupted by evil and driven only by hatred.

He cleaned himself up because he was going to see Bella.

Yes, he still loved her.

But he had come to fully understand that, from the beginning, he was never worthy of her. Forcing something that was not meant to have harmed both of them.

Separated by the glass, Christopher and Bella locked eyes. He looked at her quietly, silent for a long time.

Bella noticed the bruise on his lip and the wound on his forehead. Indifferently, she asked, 'Did you get beaten up?"

Christopher closed his stinging eyes briefly, the corners of his pale lips curving "In prison, there are many strangers who hate me. I'm ruthless, cruel, and a villain among villains. I expected this outcome long ago."

"You're skilled at fighting. There's no reason you should be beaten."

"I deserve it, don't I?" Christopher smiled weakly but was still sincere in every word he said to her. "Bella, you may not believe this, but these days in prison have been the most peaceful time I've had in over a decade. I seemed to possess everything, but I had nightmares night after night. When I woke up in the morning, all I could think about was how to fight, how to struggle, and how to seek revenge for my mother and myself. Now, it's finally over."

As he spoke, he placed the gold-rimmed glasses that had accompanied him for half his lifetime on the table." Actually, my shortsightedness isn't severe. Wearing them made me feel like I was putting on a mask. Now, I don't need them anymore."

Bella's eyes lowered slightly. "With your personality, you wouldn't just surrender quietly. I thought you would end your own life."

"But isn't it your wish for me to submit to the law and face judgment?" Christopher's dim eyes curled faintly. "I wanted to fulfill your wish."

His tone was gentle and lingering as if it were still a love confession.

But no matter how intense the emotion, it could not erase the endless pain and resentment in Bella's heart. "Bella, you've lost weight." Christopher gazed at her deeply, his wet eyes tracing her features again and again, greedily wanting to imprint this final image of her into his memory and take it with him to the grave.

"I came here today to ask you something. What are those pills you gave Justin?" Bella took a deep breath, suppressing the piercing emotion inside her. "I know asking you is likely in vain because you hate Justin. I don't expect you to suddenly grow a conscience. If you're unwilling to tell me, consider this my final goodbye to you*

"I don't know." Christopher looked straight at her, more honest than he had ever been. "Bella, I really don't know. The Boss gave me the drug. I have no idea what was in it or what effects it would have." The Boss.

It was him again!

Bella leaned forward, her voice hoarse with anxiety. "This boss' you speak of is the one behind you, the one using you to conduct human drug experiments in Savrow. Am I right?"

Christopher's pupils contracted, and he nodded slowly.

"Who is The Boss? Have you met him?!"

"Bella, you can hate me or do whatever you like, but this is all I can tell you about the Boss." Christopher was not holding onto any hope of seeing the light of day again.

He knew too well what would happen to Bella and her family once she found out the true identity of the Boss. The Boss was a heartless madman. His gentleness, calmness, and refined manner were all a façade.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2235-Deception was certainly despicable, but was it not another way to protect her?

Otherwise, with Bella's fiery, impulsive nature, she would cause a disaster far beyond her ability to handle.

"There's one thing I am certain of. The pills Justin took aren't fatal, and they won't cause any harm to his body." Christopher took a deep breath and smiled bitterly. "Otherwise, the Boss wouldn't have suggested giving the pills to you."

"To me?!" Bella was stunned, her face drained of color.

"The Boss wouldn't hurt you, so the pills he gave wouldn't be fatal. But he said taking it would be painful, so…"

Christopher's eyes lowered slightly, though his handcuffed hands trembled as if he were trying hard to reel in some strong emotion.

He did not need to say any more words. Bella understood everything.

"Your boss told you to give me the pills. Even if he didn't tell you exactly what it was, he should at least inform you of the effects, right?"

"He said it would make you belong to me forever. Christopher's voice was hoarse and broken.

"Ha… I see." Bella knew she would not get any more valuable information and did not want to face him any longer. She coldly stood up. 'T'm leaving, Christopher. I can't bring myself to say something insincere like take care. You know I hate you. But while you're in there, I still hope you live long enough to face judgment."

As she turned to leave, Christopher suddenly stood up, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Bella! I'm sorry!"

Bella stiffened but did not turn around.

"I tried everything to have you because being with you was the only time I felt that the old me hadn't died, that my heart was still beating."

Christopher pressed his palm against the glass as tears of endless pain and regret streamed down his face." You were the most beautiful butterfly I saw after I fell into the abyss."

Yet, unfortunately, once he began to fall, there was no stopping.

The man was filled with endless lament and sorrow after he had come to his senses.

Bella's slender shoulders trembled slightly, but she remained silent, disappearing from his sight without looking back Christopher's straight back slowly collapsed, as if his soul had been drained. He seemed to have aged instantly, crying and laughing at the same time.

"Bella, I know you wouldn't choose me even in the next life. So I won't hope for reincarnation or another chance…"

Outside the prison, the cold wind cut deep into Bella's aching lungs.

"Christopher is really stubborn and hopeless!" Steven clenched his fists in frustration.

"He truly doesn't know what the pill is." Bella raised her head, gazing at the clear sky, yet still feeling the tightness in her chest. A glimmer of tears shone at the corners of her eyes. "This time, I believe him."

"But he still refuses to reveal his boss's identity. He's holding something back. He's still scheming!"

Bella seemed to understand what was in his heart, but she did not want to acknowledge it. She merely shook her head.

"At least we know the pill won't harm Justin's body, and that's enough. Now, we can only wait for Arnold to treat Justin so that he'll wake up."

Before she could finish speaking, her phone rang.

Seeing that the caller was Matt, Nigel's secretary, she quickly answered.

"Uncle Matt!"

Matt's voice was filled with worry. "Ms. Bella, are you in Savrow now?"

"Yes. Is something wrong with Grandpa Nigel?!"

"Old Master Nigel learned about Mr. Justin's injury and coma, and the shock was too much for him. He's been hospitalized. Thankfully, he's out of the danger zone and has been moved to a general ward."

Bella felt a sharp stab in her heart. Clutching her chest, she nearly collapsed, but fortunately, Steven caught her in time "Old Master Nigel was asking for you just now. He wants to see you. If it's convenient, could you come to the hospital?"

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2236-Bella wasted no time. She rushed to the hospital with Steven by her side.

On their way to the hospital, Steven noticed how pale Bella was. His heart was filled with worry, and he could not help but urge her.

"Ms. Bella, you should go back and rest. You haven't fully recovered yet. You're pushing yourself too hard now. This late-night rush will take a toll on your health."

I'm alright. I'm just worried about Grandpa Nigel…" Bella closed her tear-filled eyes. She felt a sharp pain in her chest, a bitterness rising within her.

Nigel's sudden illness stemmed from his distress over his gravely injured, unconscious grandson.

Yet, the one who had inadvertently caused this tragedy was none other than herself, the granddaughter whom Nigel had always cherished as his own.

By the time they reached the hospital, Bella's cold sweat had drenched her suit. She felt her steps were unsteady, as if she were walking on clouds.

Outside the hospital ward, Matt was already waiting.

"Uncle Matt, I'm sorry I'm late." Bella's voice choked as her eyes welled up with tears.

"It's never too late. Please come in."

Matt stepped aside to make way for Bella. Bella, who had always been fearless and forthright, now hesitated at the door, feeling anxious.

"Aside from the second young master, you're the one Mr. Salvador loves the most among his grandchildren."

Matt saw through her turmoil and gently reassured her. "Go on, Ms. Thompson. Old Master Nigel has been waiting for you."

As she stepped into the ward, warm sunlight bathed the space where Nigel lay. He weakly propped up against the headboard, half-awake.

"Grandpa Nigel…" Bella walked softly to the bedside, her voice tightened with guilt.

Nigel forced his tired eyes open. A faint smile broke through his sickly demeanor as he reached out a frail hand toward her.

"Anna, you've come? I knew you would… You were always the most filial child."

Bella thought she had her emotions under control. But with just a few simple words from Nigel, her defenses crumbled. Like a child who had done something wrong, she stood by his bedside, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Grandpa Nigel… I'm so sorry… It's all my fault… I caused Justin's suffering…"

"Silly child. I knew… You'd say this the moment you got here."

Nigel held her thin, cold hand, heartbroken by how much weight she had lost. "I've never blamed you. Remember, no matter what happens, you will always be my most beloved child. I was worried you'd overthink things, that you'd exhaust yourself… That's why I had Matt reach out to you."

Tears streaked Bella's delicate face. It was a sight that would break anyone's heart.

"My dear, do you know what I fear the most?" Only Nigel sighed deeply. "If Justin never wakes up, what will you do then? Your family is all in Hatchbay. Your brothers will eventually marry and have wives, children, and responsibilities. If Justin doesn't wake up, who will be there to stay by your side and protect you? Besides, I know how deeply you love my grandson. I know you both would give your lives for each other. But if, just if, Justin never wakes up…

"Grandpa Nigel, please don't scare yourself like this. Justin will wake up. He definitely will!" Bella lifted her trembling hand, fiercely wiping away the hot tears from the corners of her eyes, her voice determined. "As long as he remains unconscious, I'll stay by his side. If it takes a lifetime for him to wake up, I'll wait a lifetime!" "What's the point of saying all these lofty, empty words when the situation is already like this?!" Someone interrupted Bella turned back, tears brimming in her eyes, only to see Gregory storm into the room, radiating anger and frustration. He stopped before her.

"Gregory… Why are you shouting?" Nigel asked.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2237-Although Nigel was Gregory's father, he still wanted to protect his beloved Anna. Gathering his strength, Nigel sternly rebuked. "What do you mean by that? Justin hasn't lost an arm or a leg. He's just temporarily unconscious! Are you cursing your son?! If you think your son is beyond saving, instead of yelling around here, why don't you go and prepare for his funeral? Maybe it'll bring him some luck!"

"Dad, even now, you're still siding with this girl?!" Gregory's rage was uncontrollable as he glared at Bella, his eyes bloodshot with anger. I'm beginning to think this girl is a jinx to my son! What did Justin ever do to deserve this from you?! Why are you tormenting him like this?!"

Bella, usually sharp-tongued, remained silent, enduring all the blame. She clenched her fingers tightly but did not utter a word.

Her silence only fueled Gregory's fury. In a fit of impulsive rage, he raised his arm and was about to slap her pale face.

"Gregory, stop!" Nigel's eyes widened in shock, but his frail body was too weak to intervene.

Bella closed her swollen eyes. She did not dodge the slap because she felt that she deserved it.

Gregory was right. She was the reason Justin was in such a condition.

She deserved the slap. She deserved to die!

Smack-!

Bella's thin body trembled.

However, the slap never landed on her.

Bella slowly opened her tear-filled eyes.

The scene before her made her breath catch. Her heart clenched tightly.

Grant suddenly appeared. He firmly gripped Gregory's wrist and stopped his raised hand mid-air, preventing it from coming down.

However, what left Bella utterly stunned was the fact that this man was not in a wheelchair.

He was standing!

"Grant, your… Your legs!" Gregory stared at his eldest son, widening his eyes in disbelief.

Nigel was equally stunned. His gaze moved up and down as he took in the tall, dignified figure of the man before him.

"Dad, no matter what, you shouldn't resort to violence."

Grant turned slightly, his deep, restrained gaze on Bella. He shot her a look so intense it could draw one in like a whirlpool. "Justin chose to protect the person he loves. That was his own decision. I don't think Ms. Thompson is at fault. I understand that you're heartbroken for Justin, but you shouldn't take it out on someone innocent."

Bella's brows furrowed as she bit down on the soft flesh inside her lip With those words, Grant slowly released Gregory's hand.

At the same time, Gregory felt a sharp pain in his wrist. He looked down and saw that his wrist had turned red.

"Young Master! Please be careful!" Clarice hurried over, quickly pushing a wheelchair toward Grant, and helped him sit down.

Grant smiled faintly, his eyes curving gently. "It's alright. I'm not that fragile. It's good to stand up and stretch my legs sometimes."

"Grant, your legs… They're fine?!" Gregory gawked at his son's long legs beneath his black trousers, completely forgetting his anger toward Bella.

Grant smiled softly. His gaze was warm like a spring breeze, brushing lightly across Bella's face. "Dad, just because I'm in a wheelchair doesn't mean there's anything wrong with my legs."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2238-Gregory and Nigel were both stunned.

Bella was no less surprised than them.

In fact, her dark and shiny eyes held a touch of scrutiny and doubt.

"Old Master Nigel, Chairman Salvador, let me explain." Clarice stood behind Grant, her long eyelashes lowered and a worried frown on her face.

“Eighteen years ago, Young Master Grant suffered severe abuse during the kidnapping incident, which resulted in organ failure, nerve paralysis, and a range of other symptoms. Over the years, he endured a lot in Meridan, trying various treatments to stabilize his condition. He had to rely on numerous medications daily just to maintain a normal life."

Hearing this, Gregory was overwhelmed with sorrow. He sighed softly.

"My child, you've endured so much…"

Grant responded with a gentle, calm smile, shaking his head.

Clarice's face showed signs of sympathy. "Back then, the nerve paralysis made it impossible for Young Master Grant to control his legs like an ordinary person. The damage to his organs also significantly weakened him, which is why he's relied on a wheelchair for so many years…"

Bella's deep gaze stayed fixed on Grant's straight, sturdy legs, her emotions hard to read.

Gregory quickly stepped forward, his voice filled with concern. “Grant, how do you feel now?"

"Dad, I'm much better now. As you saw, I'm able to stand up now."

Grant put on a faint smile. “I just can't run or jump like others. But I can manage my daily life like others.” "That's great! Truly wonderful!" Gregory was overjoyed.

With his younger son still unconscious, the return of his eldest son to the Salvador family at this crucial time, along with his improved health, reignited a sense of hope in Gregory.

The heavy gloom that had weighed on him finally began to lift.

"Grant, you traveled such a long way for Justin, enduring a tough journey. It must have been hard on you."

Nigel, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke. "Your medical team is at in Meridan. Even though you're better, your treatment shouldn't be interrupted. How long 1.n do you plan to stay in Savrow this time?" "Hmm…" Grant narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled. "I suppose I'll stay here for good and never leave again. After all, this is where I belong." Nigel's pupils contracted sharply.

Bella maintained a calm expression, but her pale hand at her side slowly clenched, the faint blue veins becoming more obvious.

"Grandpa, Dad, do you know how much I missed you during all those years alone in Meridan? Do you know how hard I worked to heal this broken body, just so I could stand before you like a person again?"

Grant's words, though filled with accusations, were softened by the slight smile at the corners of his eyes. His voice was soothing, making him seem more composed than anyone else.

"I endured and sacrificed so much just to come home. Grandpa, it seems you're not too pleased to have me back."

"That's not true. Of course, I'm happy that you're home and that our family is reunited." Nigel steadied himself and forced a smile. "No matter what, you're still my grandson. I care for all of you equally."

Bella, who had spent so much time by Nigel's side, understood him deeply. It was almost as if she could read his mind.

At this moment, his tone and expression made it clear that his words were insincere. He was merely being polite.

From the beginning, Bella had noticed Nigel's cold and somewhat dismissive attitude toward Grant, his eldest grandson from Gregory's first marriage.

Despite being raised under Nigel's care and possessing looks and talent that matched, if not surpassed, those of his half-brother Justin who was once considered an illegitimate child, Grant had always been kept at a distance. Nigel had always been so supportive of Justin despite his lower-status birth, even grooming Justin to be the heir of the Salvador family and business.

She could not understand why Nigel would treat Grant, his eldest grandson who shared the same bloodline, with such coldness and distance.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2239-Even if it was just because of health reasons, it still seemed a bit excessive. Besides, when Nigel learned that his eldest grandson's health had improved, there was not even a trace of joy on his face.

Instead, there was a hint of wariness and fear.

What was Nigel afraid of?

Was he worried that Grant's return would threaten the inheritance originally meant for Justin?

However, a third of Salvador Corporation's shares and core industries were still under Nigel's control. Justin also held some shares and occupied the CEO position.

Even if Gregory's heart leaned toward his eldest son, it would not be easy for Grant to take over Salvador Corporation.

So, what exactly was the old man, who had weathered countless storms, so afraid of?

…

When Grant left the hospital, he was still in a wheelchair.

Clarice and the bodyguards assisted him into a luxurious Bentley. As soon as he straightened his back and the car started to move, Bella suddenly dashed out, her hands clutching the rising car window glass with a fierce grip.

The bodyguard slammed on the brakes. Clarice's heart leaped in shock as she angrily glared at Bella's cold, beautiful face.

"Ms. Thompson, why are you suddenly grabbing someone's car door like this? Do you have a death wish?!"

Grant raised his long, clean hand, signaling Clarice to stay quiet. He then turned to Bella with a gentle smile in his eyes. "Ms. Thompson, do you have something to say to me?"

Bella's tongue brushed against her teeth. "Yes."

Clarice and the bodyguards waited outside while Grant invited Bella to sit inside the car.

A faint scent of medicine tinged the car interior, mingling with a subtle fragrance lingering in the air.

Bella frowned slightly. That faint scent made her uneasy.

It felt somewhat familiar. However, it was so subtle that it vanished as soon as she caught a whiff of it. It left her with no time to recall where she had smelled it before.

"Ms. Thompson, if you have something to say, go ahead." Grant turned his well-defined, handsome face toward her, his voice low and smooth as it reached her ears.

"You've lived in Meridan for many years for your treatments. You must have had close connections with many pharmaceutical companies and medical institutions, right?" Bella asked in a deep voice.

Grant nodded slightly. "Yes, I do have some connections. When your father had a stroke, Justin even flew to Meridan specifically to ask me about medication."

"You must have heard of the RC Biotech Research Centre, right? It's quite authoritative in the field of biopharmaceuticals over there."

Grant's gaze deepened, his eyes gleaming like dark jade in the dimly lit car. "I've heard of it."

"Then, I'll need your help." Bella pulled out a blood test report for Justin from her bag and handed it to him. "Justin's coma is due to a drug that has suppressed his brain activity. We've investigated the drug and found that it contains several banned substances that don't match any compounds found domestically. "I suspect it's an illegal drug from overseas. I've heard Christopher mention RC multiple times. Since RC's base is in Meridan, I believe this drug originated there. Mr. Grant, you once saved Justin's life during the kidnapping incident, and now you've come all this way for him again. It's clear you share a deep brotherly bond. I assume you also want Justin to wake up as soon as possible, right?" Grant studied her delicate, pale face, his voice turning hoarse. "Justin and I may not share the same mother, but we grew up together. Of course, I want him to recover. It isn't just for his sake, but for yours, too. The lingering tenderness in his tone sent a chill down Bella's spine, causing her to instinctively avoid his gaze, which seemed to be shrouded in mist.

"If Justin never wakes up, wouldn't the rose he so carefully nurtured wither away?"

"I'm not a rose. So, I'll never wither."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2240-Bella met the man's deep gaze once more. This time, her expression became open, determined, and fearless. "If Justin wakes up, we'll fight side by side. If he doesn't, I'll fight in his place. I will protect everything that belongs to him. No one will touch or interfere with it. No one."

This was the true message Bella wanted to convey during her private conversation with Grant.

Grant, momentarily taken aback, smiled with a touch of laziness and playfulness.

"You're right, Ms. Thompson. What belongs to Justin is his. No one else can take it from him."

Yet Bella caught the underlying meaning in his words, her gaze darkening slightly.

"So, you want me to use this report to identify the drug Justin took, right?" Grant agreed readily. "Alright, I'll help you."

"Thank you, Mr. Grant." Bella got out of the car swiftly, without lingering any longer.

She stared at the dark windows of the luxury car, watching it leave the parking lot.

Her mind kept circling a few key terms: Meridan, RC, drugs, Christopher, and the Boss.

Essentially, Christopher served as the local representative for the Boss. He ultimately became a discarded puppet once the Boss fully exploited him.

With his downfall, the Boss would not just abandon the domestic market. They would likely support a new successor.

Previously, when Justin faced life-threatening situations, Grant showed no sign of action.

Yet this time, he returned to the Salvador family with a fresh appearance after Justin's drug incident. Was this a coincidence, or did he have intricate connections with RC and the Boss?

This point of view was intriguing.

Bella felt that, regardless of whether Justin wakes up or not, Grant could not be considered an ally.

Whether he would become a major threat still needed further investigation.

In the car, Clarice voiced her concerns. “Sir, Ms. Thompson asked you to investigate the drug's origin It's clearly a test. She might be. suspicious of you. Are you sure you want to reveal the drug's details to her?" "There's no need for that. My brother will wake up soon."

Grant closed his eyes for a brief rest, crumpling the report in his hand into a ball of wastepaper. "But I truly underestimated Ms. Thompson. I thought she would be overwhelmed, lost, and unable to find her bearings after such a heavy blow. But instead, she quickly composed herself. She even began to suspect me. It's truly impressive how clear-headed and rational she is. She's quite admirable." Clarice, however, could not help but feel anxious. “Bella is suspecting you already? You've only been back in Savrow for two days. How could she be onto you so quickly?"

"The timing was off, so it's natural for her to be suspicious." Grant furrowed his brows nonchalantly. "We just need to be more careful from now on." Just then, the luxury car entered a dimly lit tunnel.

"When you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."

St ne The flickering ghostly light danced across Grant's sharp, brooding features, casting fleeting shadows. He lifted his gaze, staring at his reflection in the car window. His eyes were cold, eerie, and menacing. It was as if he were looking at someone else. “But unfortunately for them, I am the abyss."