The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2286

The only time Bella softened her heart without hesitation was for him.

Justin's handsome face paled, and his star-like eyes were clouded with complex emotions-dark, conflicted.

With a deep gaze, Grant bent down to pick up the bouquet from the floor. Maneuvering his wheelchair to the coffee table, he carefully placed the lilies into the vase, one by one.

"Throwing these flowers away would be a shame. They're still quite beautiful," Grant said with his back to the two, his lips curling into an unreadable smile.

Seeing Bella close her eyes, Justin's voice turned hoarse. "Get some good rest."Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

After speaking, he turned and walked toward the door, his steps mechanical.

"Justin." She called out to him.

The man paused but did not turn around.

"From now on, we'll go our separate ways. We have no ties anymore."

Bella's slender fingers clutched the bedsheet tightly, nearly tearing it, but her voice remained cold and resolute. "You don't need to force yourself to see me anymore. I won't want to see you again."

As he walked out of the hospital room, Justin felt like his steps were floating, as if he were walking on clouds, completely detached from reality.

The pounding in his head grew stronger with each step, and his vision blurred, then cleared, in waves

--"We'll go our separate ways."

Her heartless words echoed in his ears, pulling at his nerves, and his forehead was slick with cold sweat. "Justin." A gentle voice came from behind.

Justin stopped in his tracks and turned his head.

Grant sat in his wheelchair, smiling faintly as he approached.

"I'd like to speak with you privately."

Justin clenched his fists tightly, enduring the pain. "Alright."

The two brothers went up to the rooftop.

It was a sunny afternoon, but winter had arrived. The cold wind cut through the collars and sleeves of their clothes.

Justin, a former soldier with a remarkable physique, nonetheless felt a chill creeping through his body.

"The air in Savrow is so refreshing. There's nothing like being home," Grant said as he took a deep breath. He coughed lightly, perhaps from inhaling too much cold air. His face grew a shade paler.

"Grant, what do you want to talk about?" Justin stood beside him, his ink-black eyes gazing into the distance." The wind is strong here. You're in poor health, so you should take care of yourself."

Clutching his chest, Grant asked, "Justin, do you still care about me?"

"Of course." Justin paused, his voice low. "Back then, you sacrificed yourself to help me escape. It's because of that sacrifice that I survived. I will never forget that debt."

Grant frowned and chuckled. "So, it's only a debt? Not brotherly love?"

Justin's thin lips pressed together. "Growing up, you treated me the best besides Grandpa."

"I'm not trying to guilt you. I just hope that my sudden return hasn't caused you any trouble. I want our brotherhood to remain as it always has been." Grant exhaled lightly. His tone was sincere. "Even though we



don't share the same mother, you are still my half brother. I've never had any ill intentions toward you."

Justin's expression remained cold. "Grant, if we are truly brothers, then just say what you want to say. There's no need to beat around the bush."

A biting, bone-chilling wind howled past.

"Justin, your story with Ms. Thompson has ended. It's such a pity." Grant lifted his pale, jade-like face and looked at him, enunciating each word clearly. "Would you mind if I wanted to start something with her?"