The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Mr. Salvador," Clarice said as she stood up and walked over to him with a bright smile. "Ms. Amaryllis."

"There was an injured little animal at your place, so I treated it without asking first. I hope that didn't break any of the Salvador family rules." Clarice spoke in a soft, gentle tone, her voice carrying a subtle, captivating lilt as her eyes shone with affection.

Justin's expression remained cold and distant. "No, not at all. Ms. Amaryllis, helping an injured animal is a kind thing to do. We should be thanking you instead."

"When I was working as a doctor for Doctors Without Borders in Kridor, I would treat the wounds of injured soldiers and civilians. I didn't think this skill would come in handy with small animals too," Clarice said with a light sigh and a shake of her head.

Justin's intense gaze suddenly flickered with emotion as old memories flooded his mind. For a moment, those distant, hazy recollections wrapped around him like a soft, misty veil.

Years ago, while on a dangerous mission infiltrating a terrorist group in Kridor, he was gravely injured, slashed on the arm, and shot in the leg. He barely survived, and it was "Little Dove" who courageously tended to his wounds and ensured his safe return to camp, ultimately saving his leg.

"Ugh... What's going on? I'm suddenly feeling dizzy." Clarice frowned, her slim figure swaying unsteadily.

In the next second, she unexpectedly collapsed toward Justin.

Justin snapped back to reality, but it was too late.

Amaryllis,

at that moment, lan rushed over just then and caught Clarice, steadying her.

slightly as a cold look flashed

said sternly before turning and

fragile," Clarice snapped, shoving him

moments ago, she seemed too weak to stand, but now

Even though he had been gone for

it seems that Chairman Salvador still thinks highly of you. You don't have to worry about it anymore," Clarice said, handing Grant some water and

fingers sifted through the assortment of pills. He replied, "But

to do anything. Besides, you're his oldest grandson. How could he hurt

my brother," Grant said, popping a pill into his mouth. "If I hadn't returned this time to remind Gregory that I'm still

could've gotten out of

knelt before him, gazing up at him adoringly. "You are a wise man,

cheek as one would

Christopher heard you had come back and got in touch with me. He'd like