The Divorced Heiress’s 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

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."