Ch. 2291..2300

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2291-Grant's mother, Isla, had lost her sanity, and Grant seemed to derive satisfaction from ruthlessly killing animals. Even Grant's uncle, the heir to the Fowler family, had brutally murdered his lover in a horrifically gruesome way.

Suddenly, a chilling thought crossed Bella's mind. 'Did the entire Fowler family somehow suffer from mental disorders? Had Grant inherited his mother's mental illness, leading him to such mad behavior?"

Steven muttered in disbelief, shaking his head. "Does Grant have a mental disorder? But he doesn't seem insane at all. His emotions are always perfectly under control!"

"That's exactly what scares me the most," Wilma said, her face etched with worry, and her eyes red with tears." I'm afraid he's been hiding his true self all these years, hiding his real nature just to get close to you. I fear he's up to no good. I fear he'll try to hurt you! Young Master Grant's habit of killing animals for fun shows he has violent tendencies. He's cold-hearted by nature. He's a psychopath! But we still don't have enough evidence to prove that he's mentally ill."

Bella composed herself for a moment. She felt a shiver run down her spine. "It's true that mental disorders can be hereditary. Not just Madam Isla. I suspect her brother might not have been entirely normal either."

"Ms. Bella, I remember now! I think my father mentioned it once," Steven suddenly exclaimed, his eyes wide." The murder case involving the Fowler family's eldest son, Lucas Fowler. It was handled by one of my father's colleagues. In the first trial, he was sentenced to death. But during the appeal, his lawyer submitted a report diagnosing him with a mental disorder, so his sentence was reduced to life imprisonment."

He continued, "In Savrow, our justice system has strict protocols for determining if a criminal has a mental illness. The fact that Lucas Fowler was able to bypass all these layers of scrutiny can only mean one thing-he was a complete lunatic!"

Bella lowered her gaze as she silently acknowledged Steven's theory.

Steven added, "In any case, Ms. Bella, you must stay as far away from Grant as possible! As the saying goes, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. He's been away from home for twenty years. There's no way he's suddenly become honest and upstanding. Who knows what kind of schemes he's been cooking up, waiting to strike back?"

Wilma gasped, slapping her forehead. "Oh no! Could he be trying to compete with Young Master Justin for the inheritance? He's so deranged! Could he be plotting against Young Master Justin?!"

Though this was just speculation, Bella suddenly felt her throat tighten, as if being choked, leaving her breathless.

After a moment, her eyes gleamed with determination. She looked at Wilma and said resolutely, "If that's the case, then I have even less reason to avoid him."

Wilma and Steven were both stunned. "What?!"

"If he comes back and behaves himself, I won't do anything. But if he harbors ill intentions toward Justin, I won't let him off." Bella raised her chin. Her gaze was dark and intense. "If he has returned to the Salvador family, he'll probably try to hide his true intentions from Justin and the others. But if he tries to get close to me, and I give him a chance, he won't be able to conceal everything from me as he tries to prove his sincerity. Even if he tries to hide his plans, if I don't approach him, I'll never know what he's plotting. No matter what, I can't back down."

"But that's too dangerous!" Wilma said.

Having heard about their separation from lan, Wilma was nearly in tears from worry. "And now, with Young Master Justin in his current state… He can't be by your side to protect you. How will you manage on your own? You can't risk yourself like this!"

Bella forced a smile, pushing down the bitterness rising within her. "I never intended to rely on Justin for the rest of my life. After all, no one can be my support forever. At the end of the day, the only person I can truly count on is myself."

As soon as she finished speaking, her phone rang. It was a call from Ralph.

Bella braced herself as her heart raced with a growing sense of unease. She picked up the phone. "Hello, Ralph."

"Bella, the DNA test is back." Ralph's voice trembled uncontrollably, filled with overwhelming emotion. "Jace is Hugh… Our fifth brother!"

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2292-In an instant, Bella burst into tears, each tear brimming with joy and warmth, streaming down her checks uncontrollably.

She knew it... She had always known!

The moment she laid eyes on Jace, she knew he was Hugh!

Even if Jace was cold and emotionless and kept her at arm's length, that familiar, close bond could never be mistaken

"Young Madam... Why are you crying?" Wilma quickly pulled out a handkerchief and hurriedly tried to wipe away her tears.

Bella forced herself to calm down, her voice low and steady. *Ralph, who else have you told about this?"

Ralph, experienced after years of handling cases, was composed. "This is no small matter. I only told you. I haven't informed Dad or my mom yet."

"You've done well. For now, this must remain between us. We absolutely can't tell Dad or Aunt Mila.* Bella's eyes gleamed with concern, her heart constricting anxiously. "I'm worried our enemy will find out, and even more worried the person controlling Hugh will hurt him if his identity is revealed!"

Ralph's tone grew even more serious. "Bella, don't worry. I've thought of that too. When I go back, I'll keep it from Mom for now and try to stabilize her emotions. Otherwise, with her temperament, she'll turn the world upside down searching for Hugh. Who knows what kind of chaos that might cause!"

He paused, then asked in confusion and concern, "Since Hugh didn't die... Who saved him after he fell into the sea? What did he go through? And why has he changed so much?!"

"Hugh has likely lost all his memories. He doesn't remember us at all." Bella's mind flashed back to the gruesome scar on his body, and her heart twisted in sharp pain. "I've seen the injuries on him. If it weren't for someone saving and treating him, he never would've survived on his own. Someone must have rescued him, healed him, and then..."

"And then turned him into this cold, heartless person? When I faced him in combat, it was like fighting a killing machine!" Ralph's voice trembled with restrained grief. "Who on earth did this to him?!

Steven and Wilma looked at Bella with deep concern.

Bella leaned back, feeling weary, and closed her eyes, trying to clear her mind.

Whenever Hugh appeared, it was always in the midst of Christopher's schemes. But now that Christopher has passed, Hugh continues to show up and stand in her way.

This can only mean one thing: the person who had been controlling Christopher was also controlling Hugh. It was that mysterious "Boss" who had turned him into this!

"Could it be the drugs?" Bella murmured, slowly opening her eyes while lost in thought.

Ralph's voice immediately sharpened. "Bella, what are you saying? What drugs?"

"Justin became this emotionless machine after taking the drugs given to him by that 'Boss' under

Christopher's orders. It seems somewhat similar to Hugh's condition."

"Are you saying that... Hugh might have taken the same drugs, which turned him into this?" Ralph asked urgently. "What exactly are those drugs?"

"Arnold once mentioned the drugs irreversibly damage the brain's neural pathways."

Ralph sounded distraught. "Even if we do find Hugh, what can we do? He's already been brainwashed! Would he even come back home with us?"

'Home...' Bella's heart ached as she took a deep breath.

"Ralph, don't worry. No matter what it takes, I will wake Hugh up. I will bring him home!"

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2293-Ever since Justin had suddenly fainted in the hospital, his mind has felt sluggish for the past three days. During the company's daily meetings, he was visibly distracted, even dozing off in front of everyone.

He had also canceled all his evening social events and business gatherings, opting to head back to the Tideview Manor with lan by his side.

Trailing closely behind him, Ian's face was filled with concern. "Mr. Salvador, your condition has been deteriorating over the past few days. Shouldn't you see a doctor?"

"Who would I even go to?" Justin felt a feeling of heaviness weighing on his body, his head dizzy and throbbing, along with a slight chill that made him uncomfortable in a way he could not quite put his finger on. "Dr. Larson has vanished. Who else can help me?"

Tan sighed deeply, feeling burdened like a worried parent. "But what if your condition worsens by delaying treatment? After today's meeting, the senior executives were all gossiping behind your back. Rumors will spread if we don't handle this…"

"I'm not sick." Justin's breath was labored, his jaw clenched as he struggled to suppress the discomfort. "I know my body better than anyone."

Ian sighed in frustration. Justin had become even more stubborn and difficult to handle than before.

In the living room, Grant and Gregory were seated comfortably on the sofa in the living room and engaged in a lighthearted conversation over tea.

"Justin, you're back." Grant smiled and nodded at him.

"Dad, brother," Justin responded, his expression distant, a hint of fatigue showing in his eyes.

As someone who had gone through military training and endured all kinds of injuries over the years, he had always managed to push through. But Justin had never felt so utterly drained.

Grant furrowed his brows slightly and said, "Justin, are you feeling unwell? You don't look so good."

Justin immediately replied, "I'm fine."

At that moment, Clarice, dressed in a white lab coat, approached gracefully. She carried a tray with carefully arranged, freshly cut fruit. As she walked, Clarice emanated a refined and poised demeanor.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the connection between them felt unguarded.

Clarice smiled softly, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear with a practiced, feminine gesture. However, Justin simply turned away, his expression cold and indifferent, completely unaffected by her charm. Clarice's smile wavered slightly, and she felt a sense of frustration bubbling within her. She had hoped that after saving him the last time, their relationship would have progressed. But to her disappointment, it remained stagnant.

Still, she remembered what Grant had said before. Everything should not be rushed, especially with someone like Justin, who was as stubborn as a mule. She had to take things one step at a time, slowly and carefully.

"Justin, if you're feeling unwell, you need to seek treatment immediately, Gregory said sternly. "You're the president of the Salvador Corporation. If anything happens to you, the whole company will be in turmoil. You must always keep that in mind."

He continued, "But at least now, you've finally come to your senses, no longer letting that girl from the Thompson family manipulate you, forcing you to sacrifice your life for her. You're part of the Salvador family. Letting a girl from the Thompson family toy with you was ridiculous! Where was your dignity?"

"Dad, if there's nothing else, I'm going upstairs," Justin replied, frowning as he turned to leave.

"Mr. Salvador * Clarice suddenly called out to him, her voice serious. "Lately, have you been feeling dizzy and weak in your limbs? Sometimes, do you feel a faint chill in your whole body?"

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2294-Justin's eyes widened slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "How did you know?"

"Dr. Amaryllis is not only an exceptional surgeon, but during her time in Meridan, she also studied psychiatric disorders and related medications," Grant said calmly as he sipped his tea. "I once heard Dr. Larson mention that the reason your brain was damaged was because you took an unknown drug from Christopher. Since Dr. Amaryllis can pinpoint your issue, she may have a way to treat it. Why not let her try? It could at least alleviate some of the symptoms."

Justin's face remained expressionless as he declined, though his tone was still polite. "Thanks, Grant, but that won't be necessary."

"If Dr. Amaryllis has the capability, then it's settled." Gregory's expression brightened as he spoke. *Dr. Amaryllis, I am officially appointing you as Justin's personal doctor! Don't worry about the salary; as long as Justin gets better, the amount is not an issue!"

Justin immediately expressed his reluctance and said, "Dad, I really don't need a personal doctor. Besides, Grant relies on Dr. Amaryllis' care, and she can't be in two places at the same time."

"Justin, we're brothers. There's no need to be so formal," Grant said with a light smile.

He continued, "With Dr. Amaryllis's care, my health has improved greatly. If you're uncomfortable with her being around all the time, at the very least, let her assist in your recovery. Her daily care will help ease your condition to some extent. Considering your position and with the weight of Salvador Corporation's future on your shoulders, any mistakes would undoubtedly disappoint both Grandpa and Dad."

That final remark struck a chord with Justin. He blinked as he contemplated the words, then finally agreed." Very well, let's move forward with the arrangements. Thank you, big brother, for your concern."

Grant's smile deepened with an elegant touch. "It's my responsibility."

Clarice stepped forward gracefully, her smile poised as she extended her right hand to Justin, who remained cold and emotionless. "Mr. Salvador, I look forward to working with you in the future."

Justin felt his eyebrows furrow as he hesitated to shake her hand.

Clarice's hand awkwardly lingered in midair, her forced smile nearly faltering.

Out of respect for his brother, Justin reluctantly extended his large left hand to shake hers The late hour had brought a tranquil stillness to the Tideview Manor.

In a dimly lit room, Grant sat on a sofa in a dark blue robe, his lashes lowered as he skimmed through a tender document resting on his lap. His sharp, refined profile, framed by elegant silver-rimmed glasses, exuded a subtle but powerful allure.

Underneath that composed exterior lay an enigmatic aura, one that hinted at hidden dangers.

Clarice walked over with a tray, carrying a glass of water and a small dish of pills. "Sir, it's time to take your medication."

Grant was not in a hurry to take the medication. Instead, he continued flipping through the document casually and said, "Justin's become emotionally disconnected now. It's normal for him to treat you coldly, so don't let it affect your mindset. Just follow the plan I've laid out."

Clarice's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly spoke up, "Sir! I have no ulterior motives for Justin. Everything I do is for your grand plan. Please trust me!"

"I trust you," Grant said with a smile as he reached for the pills on the tray and swallowed them all in one swift motion. The bitterness made his brows knit tightly.

"Sir, why do you endure such suffering…" Clarice's voice was full of frustration as she handed him the glass of water. "I wish Justin could experience all the pain you've gone through. Even then, it wouldn't come close to compensating for the lifelong agony he's caused you!"

Grant's lips curled into a faint smile as he set down the documents in his hand. He took out a small bag of blue pills and placed it before her "Now that he's completely cut ties with Bella, you have the chance to get closer to him. In the coming days, study his habits carefully. Find the right moment and make sure he takes these pills."

Clarice picked up the pills, examining them closely under the light, and excitedly asked, "Are these RC Biotech Research Center's new developments? What are they called?"

Grant smiled, an unreadable gleam flashing in his eyes. "DAC0089, also known as 'Crystal Ice."

Clarice understood instantly and whispered, "Will there be obvious side effects?"

"The three pills Justin took earlier were the original version of DAC0089. The formula was much more potent at least ten times stronger and the side effects on the body were severe. This version is a significant improvement, and it won't be long before it's ready for the market. But once the user stops, the withdrawal symptoms will be just as noticeable."

"Sir, given Justin's intelligence, if too much time passes, won't he eventually realize something's wrong with his body?" Clarice looked worried. "The people closest to him, especially lan and Wilma, are all loyal to him. Won't they soon trace everything back to me?"

Grant chuckled, adjusting his silver-framed glasses elegantly. "I never intended for you to hide indefinitely You may have the patience, but I'm running out of it."

Clarice was startled, quickly nodding her head in agreement.

Grant's smile deepened, as if discussing something particularly amusing, even with a hint of anticipation." Besides, by the time he realizes something's wrong with Crystal Ice, his mind won't have the power to control his body anymore."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2295-After reaching an agreement, Ralph went home and shared the news with Wyatt and Mila.

Wyatt assumed that Mila was simply too anxious to see her son and had made a mistake, so he did not hold out much hope. However, Mila fell into a deep disappointment, and the emotional shock hit her hard Initially, she questioned everything intensely, but eventually, she had no choice but to accept reality. She collapsed onto the bed and remained there for three or four days.

It was not until Bella returned home that Mila gathered enough strength to get up and ask again, *Bella… Are you sure it isn't Hugh? Are you really sure?"

Her eyes were filled with tears. The usually graceful and youthful-looking woman had become dejected in just a few days, appearing several years older.

"Aunt Mila, I understand how you feel. I wish just as much as you do that Hugh was still alive." Bella's voice choked with emotion as she held Mila's cold hand tightly. "But unfortunately, that person isn't Hugh. He just looks very much like him."

Mila closed her eyes in utter disappointment and shook her head in pain. "Bella, you might think I'm being ridiculous, but ever since Hugh's plane crash, I've often dreamed of him over the years. I have this constant feeling… I always believe… Hugh is still alive somewhere in this world, quietly living… He just can't find his way home…"

"Aunt Mila…" Bella almost burst into tears but managed to hold back.

Blood was indeed thicker than water. A mother and child shared an instinctive, unbreakable connection that went deeper than words could describe.

"Nevermind. Let's not talk about this anymore." Mila made an effort to pull herself together, gently wiping away her tears with a handkerchief before calmly instructing a maid, "Prepare a set of low-profile clothes for me, and have the driver get the car ready."

After the maid left, Bella asked with concern, "Aunt Mila, where are you going?"

Mila's gaze was cold. "I'm going to Hatchbay Prison."

Bella was stunned. Slowly she asked, "Are you going to visit Uncle Alvin?"

"Yes. I heard that Justin's condition is due to some inexplicable drug that damaged his brain. Alvin is an expert in biopharmaceuticals. I want to ask him if there's any solution."

Bella's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately became energetic. "Aunt Mila, if you don't mind, I'd like to go with you!"

Over an hour had passed before Bella and Mila arrived at Hatchbay Prison.

Inside the visitation area, they encountered Alvin, dressed in a prison uniform, handcuffed, and looking haggard "Mila… Ms. Thompson." After undergoing a long period of imprisonment, Alvin sat upright before them, with none of the arrogant and domineering attitude he once had.

Mila met his gaze with a cold stare and remained silent for a moment, making it clear that she still harbored resentment towards this man.

Bella had come with a purpose. She did not want to provoke more resistance from Alvin, so she politely greeted him, "Uncle."

Mila's eyes widened as she stared blankly at the girl's delicate and fair face.

Ever since Bella's biological mother passed away, Mila and Bella had always gotten along harmoniously over the years. However, Bella had never acknowledged her connection to the families of the three ladies.

Mila had never expected to take the place of Bella's mother, but this "Uncle" seemed to acknowledge her identity as well.

"Ms. Thompson, I don't deserve that title!" Alvin hastily waved his hands, causing the handcuffs to rattle.* Disregarding my current state as a criminal despised by everyone, I'm just an adopted son of the Larson family, with no blood relation to Mila. I don't deserve to be called that."

"We're here because we have something to ask you." Mila went straight to the point.

Alvin could not help but worry, "Is there some trouble in managing the Larson Biotech?"

"The Larson Biotech is fine. It's Justin who's having issues." Mila's brows furrowed as she briefly recounted the recent events to Alvin.

"Uncle, what kind of powerful drug could cause Justin to suddenly lose his emotional capabilities?" Bella asked, her voice hoarse with urgency.

Alvin looked surprised and said, "T've worked in the biopharmaceutical industry for many years, and I've never heard of such a bizarre and dangerous thing. I know some people's personalities can change drastically after a significant head injury. In the past, I even encountered a patient whose emotional functions were affected by a bullet fragment lodged in the brain."

Bella looked at Mila with disappointment.

Suddenly, Alvin's eyes lit up, and his expression darkened. "I remember now. There is one thing that could cause such a condition!"

Bella leaned forward abruptly. "What is it?!"

Alvin gritted his teeth and said, "Drugs!"

The two women gasped sharply.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2296-Alvin said, "A large amount of drugs injected or consumed can damage the brain's amygdala. That's likely why Mr. Salvador ended up like this. For now, this seems to be the only possible explanation."

Bella was stunned, murmuring in shock, "Did Christopher force Justin to take drugs?"

Mila couldn't believe it. "He only took three pills! How could they be that dangerous?"

[ "Drugs, even a little, can make you feel like you're floating. But too much, and it's worse than death." Alvin lowered his eyelids and sighed deeply. "Many addicts have lost their lives after injecting drugs. If the pills Mr. Salvador took were high-purity drugs, three could very well be enough to kill him."

Bella's heart ached as if it had been pierced. Sweat beaded on her delicate forehead. "Will Justin experience any abnormal reactions?"

"I don't know exactly what drug he took, so I can't say what the reactions might be. But after addicts stop using, they feel chills all over, like ants are gnawing at their insides, and the discomfort worsens without more drugs. This shows he's completely addicted."

"Damn it! Bastard!" Bella slammed her fist against the table in fury, the sound echoing loudly. A tear of pain fell onto the cold, iron table What worried her more was that she could not be anywhere near Justin now. She had no way of knowing if he was already addicted, whether he was enduring the agony of withdrawal day and night, or how much he was suffering Mila was equally anxious. "Justin is such a good kid… If he's hooked on that awful stuff, his life will be ruined!" Alvin hurriedly said, "Mila, Ms. Thompson, don't be too concerned yet. This is only my personal theory. It's possible Mr. Salvador just took some kind of nerve damaging medication, not necessarily drugs. We can't be sure. If we can, we should secretly have Mr. Salvador's blood tested to confirm whether it was drugs. That will give us the answer."

Bella's heart twisted with pain, and she spoke softly. "Thank you for telling me all this. We'll visit you again when we have the chance."

With that, they stood up, ready to end the visit.

"Ms. Thompson!" Alvin quickly rose, hesitating as he asked, "My youngest son, Arnold… Is he doing well?" Bella felt a tremor in her heart. "Arnold is doing fine."

"Is he still with Asher? Are they doing well?" Alvin's eyes reddened as he asked.

Bella hesitated for a moment before lying, "Yes, they're doing well. My older brother loves him very much."

"In the past, I thought they were just messing around. I never imagined it was real. Arnold is smart and kind. He was always the most suitable heir to the Larson family. I was too stubborn and harsh on him. But now that he has Asher to care for him, I can rest easy…" Alvin quickly wiped away his tears and softly pleaded, "Ms. Thompson, when you see Arnold, please tell him I'm sorry."

Tears welled in Bella's eyes as she softly replied, "Alright."

As night fell, the Salvador Corporation headquarters were nearly empty, but Justin had not left the CEO's office yet, engrossed in reviewing the development plan for the Savrow A5 real estate project.

This project was critical to the Salvador Corporation's next five years of growth.

"Mr. Salvador, you should clock out now." Ian looked at Justin's pale and slightly tired face, feeling distressed." Even if you stay all night, you won't finish all this work. Your health is more important. You can continue tomorrow."

Justin suddenly shivered and furrowed his brow. "Did you turn on the AC? Why is it so cold?"

Ian scratched his head in confusion. "No, I didn't. It's snowing outside. We should be running the heat, not the AC!"

Justin clenched his teeth, unable to fight off the bone-chilling cold that seemed to seep through his very core. "Mr. Salvador, there's a major charity gala this weekend. Will you be attending?"

Justin didn't lift his head, his voice cold. 'T'll make a donation. I've been too busy lately. I won't attend."

lan pursed his lips. "I heard KS Group always makes large donations at this event. Mr. Asher used to attend. Now that Ms. Thompson is the CEO of KS Group, she'll likely be there this year."

Justin's eyes remained downcast, his gaze heavy like a thick mist.

"Mr. Salvador, do you want to-" Before lan could finish speaking, a knock came at the door.

Justin said, "Come in."

The door opened, and Clarice entered with a smile. "Mr. Justin, how are you feeling today? Does your head still hurt? Do you still feel cold?"

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2297-Under the table, Justin clenched his slightly trembling hand, his gaze dark and deep. Tm fine. Dr. Amaryllis, is there something you need?"

Clarice smiled gently. "Mr. Justin, did you forget? Chairman Salvador instructed me to stay by your side whenever possible to closely monitor your health from now on."

"Even so, Dr. Amaryllis, do you not understand the most basic manners?" Ian internally rolled his eyes, exasperated. "Even if you're here to look after Mr. Salvador's health, the CEO's office isn't a place just anyone can enter. Do you normally act this rudely in front of Mr. Grant too?"

Clarice didn't get angry. Instead, she smiled faintly. "Every profession has its own standards. I don't blame you for saying that, Mr. Harris, since you've never worked in this field. But if something goes wrong because no one's around when your boss falls ill, would you be able to handle the consequences?"

Ian was so furious that his chest hurt, and he clenched his fists tightly. Ever since Grant brought this inexplicable woman back, all the peace and harmony had been shattered!

The current Justin was different from before. To him, all women were the same now. In this sensitive time, Clarice was seizing the opportunity to get close. If she stayed by his side long enough, who knew what might happen? Couldn't proximity lead to affection?

He thought, 'Young Madam, your husband is about to be stolen!' "Ian, go get me a cup of coffee." Justin showed no interest in their bickering. He lowered his head as he continued flipping through the documents.

Grinding his teeth, Ian replied, "Yes, sir."

Clarice's eyes darkened slightly, and she smiled faintly. "Mr. Salvador, do you like drinking coffee?"

Justin nodded. "Mm."

"I'm also good at making coffee. Next time, I'll make some for you."

"To date, I haven't found anyone whose coffee tastes better than my girlfriend's." The moment Justin blurted that out, his heart inexplicably pounded.

A vivid memory came to him-the mornings after moments of intimacy with Bella, when she stood in the kitchen, lightly dressed in her nightgown, humming a tune as she made him coffee.

Bella had always looked so adorable and at ease. A ray of sunlight shone on her delicate face, and he could not help but wrap his arms around her slender waist from behind, pressing a kiss to her flushed cheek, savoring every inch of that moment.

-"Justin, will you love me forever?"

-"Bella, I love you… I will always love you."

In an instant, Justin felt his usually steady heartbeat skip almost imperceptibly. He inhaled deeply and corrected himself in a low voice. "I misspoke-ex-girlfriend."

"Ms. Thompson… There's no denying that she's quite a talented woman, Clarice said softly with a smile. Leaning in closer to him, she added meaningfully, "But drinking the same coffee for too long can get boring. Sometimes it's nice to try a different flavor."

"Dr. Amaryllis, don't you think you're meddling too much in my personal affairs?" Justin finally raised his eyes to look at her, his gaze cold as ice.

Clarice smiled coldly to herself but remained composed. She took a few packets of medicine from her bag and placed them in front of him.

"These are medications I've prepared for you, Young Master Justin. They specifically target your current symptoms. You can try them for a while. If they don't work, you can stop."

As Justin reached for the pills, Ian walked over with the coffee, glaring icily at Clarice.

"Mr. Salvador nearly died because of some unknown drugs. Do you think he'd just take whatever random concoction you bring?"

Ian's implication was clear-he suspected the medicine was problematic. This woman, after all, was Grant's personal doctor. Even though Grant had done Justin a favor, they could not afford to be careless!

In families like theirs, there was no familial love. Look at the Iverson family-it was just the opposite of love! Clarice chuckled arrogantly. "I understand your concerns, Mr. Harris. But let's not forget that back then, Mr. Grant risked his life to save Mr. Justin. How many brothers in this world would go to such lengths? If Mr. Grant had selfish motives, wouldn't it have been easier not to save him in the first place?"

Ian fumed, but what she said was the truth, making it difficult to retort Justin's eyelids fluttered slightly, and he pressed his thin lips together.

"If you're worried about the medicine, or if you doubt Mr. Grant's sincerity, go ahead and take these pills to be tested. If anything's wrong with them, I'll take them myself."

Clarice appeared completely unbothered, fearless, and composed.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2298-"Thank my brother for me." Justin's gaze remained calm as he looked at Clarice. "I'll take the medicine. I still have work to do. Dr. Amaryllis, you may leave now."

"Then I won't disturb you any longer, Mr. Justin. If you feel unwell, contact me immediately."

With that, Clarice turned and walked toward the door.

"Ian, I'll attend the charity event this weekend," Justin said, his voice low.

Ian was overjoyed. "Understood. I'll make the arrangements right away!"

Clarice's eyes flickered as she glanced back briefly before striding out.

The moment the door closed, Justin's face turned cold. He grabbed the pills from the desk and tossed them into the trash without a second thought.

"Mr. Salvador, you've come to your senses?!" Ian was on the verge of tears from sheer relief. He had been worried Justin had fallen under the spell of that sly fox!

"My brother saved my life; that's true. But that doesn't mean I need to accept everything he gives me without question."

Justin closed the file on his desk, exhaled slowly, and recalled the conversation he had with his brother on the rooftop. The memory caused a dull pain in his temples, and he tightened his grip on the pen in his hand.

The weekend arrived quickly.

This year's annual Savrow charity event was unlike any before. It was co-hosted by the city's most prominent families, government entities, non-governmental organizations, and community groups. Such occasions were always a chance for these elites to showcase their generosity, enhance their public image, and flaunt their influence.

Now that Bella was the CEO of KS Group, she was expected to actively participate in such charitable activities. In the morning, a Rolls-Royce pulled up at the entrance of Savrow's largest orphanage, which was sponsored by the charity foundation.

Most high-society figures would only attend the evening's gala, making grand appearances as they publicly donated. The day's activities at the orphanage were often avoided due to the perceived inconvenience and messiness.

Bella, however, walked into the orphanage, accompanied by Steven and the director.

Snow had fallen the previous night, covering the courtyard in a pristine white blanket. Teachers and volunteers were busy shoveling the snow.

"Oh my, this year's event has really brought some liveliness to our orphanage! The director remarked with a pleased smile as she led Bella further inside "In previous years, the charity gala was always bustling, but the orphanage was so quiet, with hardly anyone willing to visit. It's clear, Ms. Thompson, that you're genuinely kind-hearted and truly care for the children." Bella smiled faintly, asking nonchalantly, "Besides me, has anyone else come today?"

"Yes! Mr. Salvador is here as well!"

Bella froze in place, her heart racing uncontrollably as her voice became slightly hoarse. "Mr. Salvador… Where is he?"

"He's in the back courtyard playing soccer with the kids."

Suppressing the intense desire to see him, Bella forced herself to remain composed as she made her way to the back courtyard. Before she even entered, she could already hear the children's joyful laughter.

The next moment, she stood frozen in place. The heart that had been pounding wildly now sank with a wave of disappointment.

In the serene and picturesque snow-covered scene before her, Grant, dressed in a black wool coat, sat in a wheelchair, maneuvering through the children as they played soccer together. His face was lit with joy. Although his mobility was limited, his movements were smooth and unburdened, showing no signs of clumsiness. In fact, there was a youthful, carefree grace to him, as if he were completely at ease. "Big brother, be careful!"

The ground was slippery from the snow, and when Grant's wheelchair wobbled, a little boy quickly ran up to steady it.

"Thank you, little one." Grant smiled warmly, reaching out to pat the boy's head.

"Wow… Big brother, look at that pretty lady!" The boy pointed in Bella's direction, prompting Grant to glance over. His clear eyes arched gently as he smiled.

"Ms. Thompson, what a pleasant surprise."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2299-Grant could have easily maneuvered his wheelchair on his own, but the two adorable boys still insisted on pushing him toward Bella.

"Mr. Grant, I never expected to see you here." Though Bella greeted him with a polite smile, it was clear to any observer that her smile was forced. "I thought an event like this wouldn't be your kind of scene."

Grant's refined face, as gentle and pure as snow, lit up with a smile. "Are you disappointed?" Bella's heart trembled, but she feigned ignorance. "Disappointed about what?*

"Normally, the one attending charity events would be Justin. I'm not the president of the Salvador Corporation, so while my thoughts are with the evening's charity gala, I won't be attending to avoid unnecessary speculation."

Grant's tone was warm, understanding as always. "Although Justin isn't here now, you'll surely see him if you attend tonight's charity gala.*

Bella pursed her lips, her voice growing colder as she scrutinized him more intently.

"I won't be attending the gala tonight, Mr. Grant. You're overthinking things.*

At this moment, the director chimed in. "Ms. Thompson, you may not know this, but Mr. Grant has always been one of the major shareholders behind our orphanage's charity foundation. Over the years, he's been deeply involved in charity work. Our orphanage couldn't have developed as it has without his support behind the scenes!"

Bella's brow furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"Director, it was just a small contribution, hardly worth mentioning." Grant smiled faintly. "Ms. Thompson, I'll be building a snowman with the children later. Would you like to join me?"

Not wanting to appear overly sensitive in front of others, Bella reluctantly nodded. "Alright."

She glanced back at Steven, who looked worried, before following Grant deeper into the orphanage.

Meanwhile, Yvonne, now in her original appearance, also arrived at the orphanage. As soon as she entered, a teacher stopped her.

"Miss, may I ask who you are?"

Yvonne froze momentarily before breaking into a joyful smile. She had volunteered at this orphanage for three years, and the fact that the teacher, who knew her well, could not recognize her at such a close distance meant she had truly left her dark past behind.

"I'm a new volunteer here. My name is Summer Brown."

Yvonne had a new identity, taking Drew's last name. She hoped that the rest of her life would be filled with sunshine and happiness To avoid drawing unnecessary attention, Yvonne decided to use a fake identity and presented her newly updated ID card with a fresh photo.

"Here's my identification. Please take a look."

"Ah, Ms. Brown. Please follow me."

Just then, Yvonne heard the sound of footsteps behind her. Turning casually to look, she was suddenly struck still.

In the golden sunlight, Justin's tall, handsome figure entered the orphanage's gate. Walking beside him was Clarice, who was smiling brightly.

Yvonne's pupils constricted, and her heart filled with tension and sympathy for Bella.

Anyone watching the couple from a distance would feel the same heartache. Yvonne felt an intense sorrow. How much more devastating would this be for Bella?

Clenching her fists in frustration, Yvonne watched helplessly as they walked past her without a second glance.

Suddenly, Justin stopped in his tracks. His dark eyes shifted slightly, glancing toward Yvonne.

"Miss, have we met before?"

Clarice turned as well, her gaze cold and curious.

Yvonne realized that this was the first time Justin had seen her since her cosmetic surgery. Deciding it was best not to stir any trouble in front of this mysterious woman, Yvonne calmly responded, "No, Mr. Salvador, you must be mistaken."

Clarice smirked. "If you haven't met, how do you recognize Mr. Justin?"

"Mr. Salvador is the president of the Salvador Corporation, a man of great power and influence." Yvonne lowered her eyes coolly. "Besides, Mr. Salvador and Ms. Thompson saved countless people from despair. Their reputation is known far and wide in Savrow. Recognizing Mr. Salvador is hardly surprising, is it?"

Justin's dark eyes deepened as he silently observed her.

The two women exchanged a glance, sparks of tension flying between them. Both had a vague sense of familiarity with the other.

"Mr. Salvador, it's time for us to head inside," Clarice said, withdrawing her probing gaze from Yvonne's face. Justin's expression darkened once again as he left with Clarice by his side.

After touring the orphanage with Grant, Bella returned to the courtyard to join the children in a snowball fight and snowman-building. The cheerful atmosphere momentarily helped her forget her worries.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Grant watched Bella, who was dressed in a white cashmere coat, interact with the children. Her delicate, rosy cheeks were flushed from the cold as she laughed with the children, skillfully forming the snowman's head.

Her pure and carefree demeanor made him smile. His dark eyes reflected a gentle, shimmering light.

"Wow… Look! That gentleman is so handsome, and he looks perfect with Ms. Thompson!"

"Yeah! Too bad he's not able to walk properly. Such a pity… If only he could stand, I bet he'd be a strong competition for Mr. Salvador!"

"I've heard he's also from the Salvador family. He's the eldest son!"

"Ah… He and Ms. Thompson look like a great pair too. Mr. Justin must be feeling the pressure!"

The whispered conversations around Grant drifted in and out of his hearing. Grant's smile grew as he bent down to scoop up a handful of soft snow, molding it into a ball in his palm.

Bella finally finished building the snowman. Her almond-shaped eyes gleamed as she breathed out puffs of white mist, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead. Just as she turned around, her body froze.

Standing not far away were Justin and Clarice. The warmth in Bella's body vanished instantly, replaced by an icy chill.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2300-At the same time, Justin also noticed Bella with Grant.

This harmonious scene was one he had seen before, etched in the black-and-white memories of his past. He had once watched her play and watched her laugh.

Time had passed, and now, another man stood in the place he had once occupied. Back then, it was he who had initiated the breakup, telling her not to waste time on him and advising her to find a better suitor.

Yet, as he watched his older brother clearly harbor feelings for Bella and saw how happy they seemed together, a bitter taste spread in Justin's mouth, one he couldn't describe.

Justin's fingers curled slightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand. It felt like there was a bee in his mouth, stinging the tip of his tongue. A faint pain and numbness quietly spread throughout his body.

As Justin's thoughts wandered, several cold snowflakes drifted down, brushing across his sharply defined face.

"Watch out!"

Suddenly, a large chunk of snow dislodged from a trembling, high tree branch, hurtling toward Justin and Clarice.

"Ah!"

Clarice let out a delicate cry, drawing the attention of everyone nearby, including Bella and Grant.

Seeing the snow about to fall on her, she shrank her shoulders in panic, leaning into the man next to her, who had not moved a muscle.

At that moment, Justin instinctively bent his head and leaned forward slightly, causing both of them to be covered in snow. A blanket of white enveloped them.

From Bella's perspective, it looked like the man was shielding the woman in his arms, which pierced her heart.

A surge of bitterness nearly overflowed from her tear-filled eyes. The painful emotions clawed at her throat, cutting deeply with every breath At that moment, she felt as though her heart had shattered into pieces.

"These mischievous kids! I told them not to kick the tree, but they just wouldn't listen! Now look what happened!"

A teacher scolded the troublemaking children while continuously apologizing to Justin and Clarice. 'I'm so sorry! Are you two alright? Would you like to come inside, warm up by the heater, and dry your hair?"

"It's fine," Justin replied, his expression dark, standing still without even brushing the snow off his shoulders or head.

"It's okay; kids will be kids. A little mischief is only natural."

Clarice smiled warmly and kindly, then looked up at the tall man beside her, gently brushing the snow from his broad shoulders.

But Justin's gaze was fixed on Bella in the distance, entirely unaware of the woman's affectionate gestures. "My apologies, Mr. Grant," Bella said, her eyes tinged with red as she withdrew her pained gaze. Her voice was hoarse. "I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving first."

Noticing her pallor, Grant quickly offered, 'T'll see you off."

"No need. Please stay."

With that, she gritted her teeth, turned around, and walked briskly toward the exit without looking back. Grant did not remain in place but instead maneuvered his wheelchair, slowly following her while maintaining a respectful distance, careful not to make her feel uncomfortable.

Standing tall where he was, Justin watched them walk farther and farther away until they completely disappeared from view. His heart sank "Mr. Justin, you're covered in snow too. You should come inside and warm up, or you might catch a cold."

Clarice reached out to pull Justin's arm, but he coldly brushed her off "You go ahead. I don't need it."

With that, he strode away, leaving her behind.

"Mr. Justin!" Clarice stomped her foot in frustration, biting her lip in anger.

Bella's lips trembled as she walked hurriedly, wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes.