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,

just then and caught Clarice, steadying her.

said, her fingers curling slightly

you have been traveling with my brother and looking after him. That must have been tiring. You should get some rest," Justin said sternly before turning and walking

not that fragile," Clarice snapped, shoving

seemed too weak to stand, but now she was pushing him with surprising

Crescent Bay, while Grant and Clarice remained at Tideview Manor. Even though he had been gone for over ten years, his room at

of you. You don't have to worry

of pills. He replied,

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

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

could've gotten out of

him, gazing up at him adoringly. "You are

her cheek as one would with a

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