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.

"I'm telling you this now because I worry that if I 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. "I've 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't remember exactly when. Perhaps it was the first time I envied you. I envied you for having such a pure relationship. Just now, when I saw Ms. Thompson cry in front of me, I became even more certain of my feelings. I want to pursue her and treat her well. I can't bear to see her in tears."

walked stiffly toward the parking lot. The cold wind that filled his lungs turned into icy needles, piercing his body with

labored breaths made each step a struggle. His heart was clearly still beating, but when he touched his chest,

longer stand. His tall,

"Mr. Justin! Be careful!"

his vision as he fell

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

to lift his heavy eyelids, but all he could see

with her black hair neatly tied into a ponytail, overlapped with the

could finish his words, his eyes closed,

Mr, Justin?" Clarice called out, a cold

the hospital, his condition stabilized, so he was sent

Wilma had returned, Clarice excused

kneeled beside the coffee table and poured out some tea 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

in one go. I'm quite impressed by Justin's boldness. If it weren't for his strong physique, he wouldn't

But over time, the pain will become constant. He'll be

"Isn't that no different from drug

taking three pills, he still wouldn't let go of her. Earlier today, I made it clear that I intend to

she entered the room, Clarice cautiously probed, "Sir, you seem to be in a good mood. Is there some

"Perhaps Bella is slowly starting to give

loved Justin so deeply.