The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2287 Justin's deep, dark pupils trembled uncontrollably.

Suddenly, the sharp pain in his head intensified, as if something were crashing around inside, trying to split his skull open.

'Bella...' In the deepest recesses of his mind, he heard himself softly calling her name.

"Justin? Justin? Are you alright? You don't look well," Grant asked, concerned.

"I'm fine." Justin's tongue pressed hard against his teeth, and he squeezed his reddened eyes shut.

"1m telling you this now because I worry that if 1 formally pursue Ms.

Thompson in the future, you might feel uncomfortable watching.

Although you've broken up, you two once genuinely loved each other." Grant's clear eyes curved slightly. "I don't want you to think I'm stealing her away. I also don't want anyone to interfere with my pursuit of the one I love." Justin's headache blurred his vision. Fearing that Grant might notice, he hastily ended the conversation.

"Pve already broken up with her. Whatever you do has nothing to do with me." He turned and took two steps before freezing, unable to resist asking, " When did you start having feelings for her?" With his back to him, Grant lazily squinted at the sky. "I don" remember exactly when. Perhaps it was the first tI envied you. I envied you for having such a pure relationship. Just now, when I saw Ms. Thompson cry in front of me, I beceven more certain of my feelings. I want to pursue her and treat her well. I can't bear to see her in tears." Leaving the rooftop, Justin walked stiffly toward the parking lot. The cold wind that filled his lungs turned into icy needles, piercing his body with unbearable pain.

His head pounded, and his labored breaths made each step a struggle.

His heart was clearly still beating, but when he touched his chest, it felt hollow.

Suddenly, Justin could no longer stand. His tall, sturdy frcollapsed forward.

"Mr. Justin! Be careful!" Darkness clouded his vision as he fell into a warm, fragrant embrace.

"Mr. Justin, are you alright? Is your headache getting worse?" Clarice wrapped her arms around his firm, lean waist, holding him steady.

Justin's ears rang, and his breathing was ragged. He struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, but all he could see was a blurry silhouette of the woman in front of him.

At that moment, Clarice, wearing a white coat with her black hair neatly tied into a ponytail, overlapped with the figure he had been desperately searching for in his memory.

"Little... Dove..." Before he could finish his words, his eyes closed, and he lost consciousness.

"Mr. Justin? Mr, Justin?" Clarice called out, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

After Justin fainted at the hospital, his condition stabilized, so he was sent back to Tideview Manor, where he remained asleep in his room.

Since Wilma had returned, Clarice excused herself and went to Grant.

"I never expected this medicine to cause such a severe headache." Clarice kneeled beside the coffee table and poured out stea to serve Grant. "To be honest, I grew up with Justin, and I've rarely seen him in such a pathetic, miserable state. It's quite the eye-opener." Grant held the teacup with his long, slender fingers and spoke calmly. " When Hugh's plane crash caused et his memory loss, I only gave him one black pill to suppress his emotions. But my brother had the nerve to take three pills in one go I'm quite impressed by Justin's boldness. If it weren't for his strong physique, he wouldn't have survived. For most people, taking that many pills would likely leave them in a vegetative state." Content belongs to en.kikistoriesClarice's heart sank. "Will he have frequent relapses?" "For now, the headaches will only flare up when he's mentally agitated.

But over time, the pain will becconstant. He'll be dependent on medication and might even develop a severe addiction." Clarice gasped. "Isn't that no different from drug addiction?" Chapter 2287 2 waver, but clearly, it struck a nerve. It seems that we must continue dosing him with the medicine." Noticing the smile that had not left Grant's face since she entered the room, Clarice cautiously probed, "Sir, you seem to be in a good mood. Is there sgood news?" Grant chuckled softly. "Perhaps Bella is slowly starting to give up on my brother." "Give up? That quickly? She once loved Justin so deeply. Is it possible a) Grant cut her off, suddenly asking in a quiet voice, "Clarice, do you know what it means to love? Do you know how to love someone?" "I..." Clarice was lost for words.

She had stayed by Justin's side for years, always driven by a strong sense of purpose. But even so, the man was so handsand outstanding that it would be a lie to say she had no feelings for him.

The truth was, she, as Rosalind Gold, loved herself more back then.

Until she ended up stranded in the Meridan, alone, bullied, and penniless, nearly assaulted by a group of men in a filthy alley.

It was Grant who saved her and gave her a new identity and a second chance at life.

She had once been Justin's "savior", but Grant was her savior.

She thought she knew how to love. But she had never loved Justin-she had always loved Grant.

Thus, she kneeled at his feet, lifting her delicate, flushed face to look up at him with adoration. She spoke with devotion. "I know how to love.

You were the one who taught me!" "Is that so?" Grant looked at her, smirking. "How could [ teach you something don't even know myself ? But it doesn't matter. Just like with medication, feelings can also be tested. My brother has already served as my test case. Let's try it out on Ms. Thompson, shall we?" Content belongs to en.kikistories.com