The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge
Chapter 2373

Chapter 2373

"Grandpa, please calm down." After a long silence, Grant finally stepped forward, his smile warm and gentle.

"You've misunderstood Dad, and you've also misunderstood me. I've never had any intention of taking Justin's place. I'm someone who's lived with a crippled body for years being alive and well is already a blessing. I wouldn't dare to ask for anything more. In my eyes, there's no one more suited to lead the Salvador Corporation than Justin. Please don't worry or get upset over this."

Nigel gazed at Grant's calm expression, but a startling recollection flooded his mind-a bloodied young boy, his lips curving into a chilling smile as he held onto a butcher's knife.

A sharp ache shot through his chest, and his body trembled violently before Grant quickly stepped in to steady him. "Grandpa, be careful!"

Nigel struggled to regulate his breathing and held onto Grant's cold and smooth hands. His voice trembled with a plea. "Grant... You wouldn't harm Justin, would you? He lost his mother at such a young age and suffered so much through endless hardships. He's given everything for Salvador Corporation. Please, for his sake, try to be understanding ... Don't make things harder for your old grandfather, okay?"

Grant's smile softened, but there was a haunting edge to his expression. "Grandpa, it seems you've forgotten that I, too, lost my mother when I was very young."

Nigel's breath hitched, his chest tightening.

"But don't worry," Grant said soothingly, his cold hand now covering Nigel's weathered one, gently caressing it. "No one can take what belongs to Justin, not even me."

After slipping out of sight, Bella heaved a deep sigh of relief.

She had no intention of appearing in front of Clarice or causing any commotion today. Her goal was to scope out the area and plan her next steps carefully.

For now, she had recorded everything she witnessed in the hospital. She would analyze it thoroughly later.

Just as Bella was about to leave, she caught sight of Clarice stepping out of an elevator with a cold expression, striding briskly down the hallway.

Bella held her breath, clenched her teeth, and followed quietly, making no sound.

"Sir, it's been taken care of," Clarice said as she lit a cigarette, taking a long, indulgent drag.

Bella's eyes narrowed sharply as she focused on Clarice's striking figure. The white lab coat she wore was utterly at odds with her sultry demeanor.

The person Clarice was calling was the same "Boss" that Christopher had referred to before, which meant that their boss was almost certainly Grant!

"Don't worry. I'm keeping an eye on him. He won't ever be able to utter another word in this lifetime," Clarice said with smug satisfaction, her tone dripping with triumph.

Bella's fingers tightened against the corner of the wall, her nails nearly digging into the plaster. A cold glint flashed in her eyes.

If Grant had instructed Clarice to transfer that man, then what exactly was his true objective?

As Clarice finished her call, she crushed the cigarette butt under her heel and turned to leave. Bella suddenly had a clever idea. Speaking in a softer tone, she called out, "Rosalind Gold!"

Clarice froze mid-step, her heart momentarily skipping a beat. Instinctively, she turned around and scanned the hallway behind her.

But there was no one there.