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.

was his only concern and attachment to the Salvador family. His grandfather was the one who truly treated him as a beloved grandson, showering him with genuine

“Grandpa, Grandpa…”

the wind, his hoarse voice

a bench, cradling a sleeping Carrie in her arms. The scene was serene,

holy light, though her petite figure seemed to harbor an unstoppable and powerful force. Whenever someone needed her, she

and bitterness surged through Justin’s

lifted her head and locked eyes with Justin, their gazes meeting like rivers converging. In that brief moment of confusion, a trace of long-lost warmth flickered in

was fleeting. Bella’s gaze toward him

over, I suppose? Is it right for Mr.

and rush over? She refrained from using foul language, but Justin felt as if he had been stripped naked, publicly humiliated, and

her step by step, his

shut down. “Grandpa has gone to sleep, and Uncle Matt is looking

sorry,” Justin struggled with his emotions, his

you apologizing to me?” Bella’s lips curled into a cold 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. I hope you can spare some time to be with him. I happened to be here this time, but what about next time? Grandpa won’t always be lucky, and the Grim Reaper won’t show mercy each

she spoke, a faint pain gripped her heart. She took a 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