The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

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Grant, either unintentionally or deliberately, kept pressing on Justin's sensitive points. But since this was his beloved older brother, Justin could only endure in silence.

"But now, Justin and Ms. Thompson are no longer together. Since he doesn't want her, then I will take care of her. Grandpa, you'll support me, right?" Grant's lips curled in a half-smile as a strip of apple peel dropped in one unbroken spiral. "I know you've always liked Ms. Thompson and wished for her to become your granddaughter-in-law. Since she and Justin aren't meant to be, I'll marry her and still fulfill your wish. Isn't that great?"

Grant's actions were simple and deliberate, exuding a subtle yet undeniable pressure.

Justin's breathing grew ragged, his brow knitting tighter.

Nigel struggled to catch his breath, his body tense as he attempted to sit up in bed but found himself too weak. "Grant... It's not that you aren't good enough. It's just... I know Bella well. Her heart has always been with Justin, and it always will be. She won't allow anyone else in. If you insist, it will only end badly for you... After all, Bella is stubborn and unyielding."

"There's no such thing as an impossible task for someone determined enough. With time, her heart will come around." Grant's smile was gentle, but his ruthless determination was unmistakable, piercing to the very core. "I have patience. All I ask is your support, Grandpa. You won't stand in my way of pursuing Ms. Thompson, will you?"

Nigel's breathing became erratic. His cheek muscles twitched slightly as he struggled to respond.

Justin stumbled through the corridor, his vision clouded, gripping the walls for support until he reached the underground parking lot.

"Mr. Salvador! Are you all right?" Ian hurried over, catching him as he swayed.

"The medicine..."

Ian froze. "What?"

Justin's body trembled uncontrollably as he fumbled inside his suit for a packet of blue pills. Ian recognized them immediately. They were the pills Clarice had given Justin.

Ian tried to grab them, but Justin had already poured them all into his mouth and swallowed them.

"Mr. Salvador! How can you trust the medicine from that woman?! She's loyal to Young Master Grant. What if it's poison?"

"Ian... I can't bear it anymore..." Justin's weight sagged against Ian, his once-handsome face drenched in cold sweat, his lips pallid as though frozen. "I don't know if it's a side effect from the drug Christopher gave me... Only Dr. Amaryllis's medicine can ease it..."

Ian felt a chill down his spine, a foreboding sensation gnawing at him.

He supported Justin into the car and sped away, leaving only taillights fading in the distance.

After the car had gone, Clarice emerged from behind a pillar, a cold smile on her lips as she raised her phone to her ear. "Sir, Justin's addiction has set in. He can't live without Crystal Ice now."

"He managed to resist for so long... My brother's willpower is indeed stronger than I expected." The man's voice, resonating through the dark night, sounded like it came from the depths of hell. "But I've always enjoyed a challenge, whether it's him or Ms. Thompson."

Clarice's voice was icy. "Are you planning to act now?"

"The A5 project provides an opportunity. Be patient and wait for the right moment."

Three days later, after presiding over the foundation's regular meeting, Bella stepped out of the conference room, only to be met by Steven.

"Ms. Thompson, I've found the current address of Maya's mother."

Bella's gaze darkened, a slight smile tugging at her lips. "Prepare the car. We're going immediately!"