The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 297

Ralph Thompson, the seventh son of the Thompson family, aspired to be a crime-fighting police officer since childhood. Now, he had fulfilled his dream and had become the captain of the first Criminal Investigation Division in Savrow.

“Yeah, yeah! Beat him to death! Give it to him until he can’t take it anymore!” Ralph’s words also stirred Axel’s emotions. “Can’t you detectives use some unique methods during

interrogation?”

“We prosecutors don’t have that authority. Don’t waste this chance!” Axel said, slamming his fist on the car window.

Asher, on the side, listened with a wry smile.

Wyatt Thompson’s daughters were refined and elegant, like princesses. However, his sons were aggressive and often resorted to brute force. Even more so than him, who had once been on the streets.

The three brothers, working together, left those targeted with only two paths – a dead end or no way out!

Justin rushed to the hospital to accompany his grandfather. Worried about Justin, Ryan insisted on following him as well. The sports car skidded to a stop at the hospital entrance. Without any hesitation, Justin left the car and sprinted into the hospital.

and attachment to the Salvador family. His grandfather was the one who

“Grandpa, Grandpa…”

ran like the wind, his hoarse voice murmuring repeatedly.

burst into the corridor, he saw Bella sitting on a bench, cradling a sleeping Carrie in her arms. The scene was serene, like a delicately painted oil painting capturing the tranquility of

peaceful, emitting a radiant and holy light, though her petite figure seemed to

bitterness surged

brief moment of confusion, a trace of long-lost warmth flickered in her bright eyes, causing a throbbing in the man’s

fleeting. Bella’s gaze toward him again turned indifferent, cold, and

Is it right for Mr. Salvador to leave

language, but Justin felt as if he had been

by step, his eyes filled with remorse.

all her senses could shut down. “Grandpa has gone to sleep, and Uncle Matt is looking after him. You should wait outside for now and let the old

sorry,” Justin struggled with

and mocking smile. “Justin, the one you should be apologizing to is Grandpa lying inside, just barely escaping the gates of hell. Why would you owe me an apology? I have nothing to do with you. Grandpa, at least, cared for you once.

deep breath, her eyes turning red. “I just hate it. I hate that he’s not my biological grandfather. I hate that I can’t be with him all the time. I wish I could sew a small pocket on my body and put Grandpa in it so I can take care of him