The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Please don't say that! You've already done something incredible." lan hurriedly reassured Arnold. "Many people fail after spending their entire lives trying to quit ordinary drugs. What's more, Mr. Salvador has been taking high-concentration doses. The fact that you are able to ease his symptoms is already a huge breakthrough..."

"Arnold..." After a long silence, Justin's thoughts gradually cleared, but he felt so fragile.

"I'm here." Arnold leaned in and gently wiped the sweat and tears from his face with a tissue.

Justin panted heavily, his eyes dazed. "Keep my condition a secret... Especially from her."

Arnold knew exactly who he meant. Aside from Bella, there was no one else.

He understood that this was not about Justin's pride as a man. He simply did not want her to see him like this. He did not want her to be disappointed in him.

Ian helped Justin up, holding him steady in his arms. "Dr. Larson, I hope you understand... The fewer people who know the truth about Mr. Salvador's health, the better."

Arnold gave a deep nod. "I understand."

With lan's support, Justin forced himself to stand despite his wavering balance.

"Arnold... Asher has been looking for you all this time. Please stay, ok?"

"I'll give lan the acupuncture methods and the medicine I prepared. From now on, he'll be the one treating you."

Arnold lowered his long lashes, his expression turned cold and resolute. There was not the slightest hesitation in his voice.

"Until I develop an effective antidote, I will not return to Savrow. Please do not tell Asher that I'm working in the Meridan lab. Even if I die, I never want to see him again."

...

Grant and Clarice struggled through the underground parking lot, surrounded by bodyguards. Reporters swarmed them, bombarding them with relentless questions.

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ended, online discussions about et

today's scandal still raged on. The

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remained at its peak.

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Just as they were about to step into the car, four uniformed officers broke through the crowd and marched straight to Clarice.

"Ms. Amaryllis, you are under arrest for bribery, witness manipulation, and defamation. Come with us immediately."

"I... I..."

Clarice was seized by the officers. As she was being taken away, she turned to Grant with desperate, pleading eyes.

Yet, Grant did not spare her a single glance. Without hesitation, he stepped into the car and shut the door. Clarice's face went deathly pale and her heart sank.

The luxury car sped toward Tideview Manor.

"Young Master Grant, Ms. Amaryllis has been arrested. How do you plan to handle this?" The secretary in the front seat spoke cautiously

Grant leaned back with his eyes closed, his voice chillingly quiet. "Where is Jace?"

"No updates yet..."

Grant's expression turned dark and sinister.

Just then, his phone rang. It was a call from Gregory.

"Dad," Grant answered in his usual calm, gentle tone, but his gaze was ice-cold and ruthless.

On the other end, Gregory's voice was thick with restrained fury. "Come home immediately. We need to talk."