The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 672:

“Hang in there.”

Jules, who had been about to boast, winced as the antiseptic made contact with his wound. A sharp gasp escaped his lips.

“Damn, Grandpa really didn’t hold back!”

Without a word, Corrine continued her work, focused on cleaning the injuries. The antiseptic seeped into the gashes, and Jules’ forehead tightened with the effort of holding back the pain. He glanced at Corrine and, with a hint of curiosity, asked, “Aren’t you even the slightest bit curious?”

“Stop moving,” she replied, her tone icy.

Jules complied, sitting up straighter and leaning against the chair’s backrest to make it easier for her to tend to him. Her motions were swift, efficient—almost mechanical—as though she had repeated this process countless times before.

“You’ve really only accepted a little favor from Nate?” she asked, her gaze flickering to the angry marks on his back, her frown deepening as she continued working.

he’d been headstrong, rebellious, a force that refused to be tamed. To curb his unruliness, Jayden had sent him to Carl for tough training. But Jules had stayed defiant,

moment—Jules had defended her honor in a fight with a rich kid, the result being that the boy’s leg never fully healed. Carl had lost his temper that day, delivering one of the harshest punishments Jules had ever faced. He had lashed Jules’ back without mercy. Jules had clenched his teeth, not uttering a sound, even though

had snuck into his room with food, only to run into Jayden. It was the first time she had seen her usually composed uncle show any softness. Jayden had sighed deeply and said, “Don’t be fooled by Carl’s

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on Jules now, it was clear that Carl had shown no

Nate’s research team, it seemed like an overreaction from Carl,

matter how messed up I am, I would never betray you!” Jules suddenly sat up, locking

actually think I would? Corrine, look me in the eye and tell me—have I ever

finish his sentence, Corrine pressed him back down with an unyielding

Grandpa

what I’m

to Grandpa being dead-set against you being

single eyebrow, her expression calm as

“And?”