The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Bella watched as Justin's expression darkened as if a shining moon had plunged into icy darkness.
Under the impeccably tailored suit, Justin's broad shoulders were trembling, and his eyes were red. He seemed like a dormant
volcano, ready to erupt with intense emotions at any moment. Bella squeezed his hand, trying to signal him to hold back his
emotions.
It wasn't that she had a savior complex, nor was she trying to keep the family harmonious and present a united front. If needed,
she was ready to support her partner.
Having an argument in the graveyard, especially with Justin's mother present, was not just inappropriate but also showed a lack
of respect for the deceased. It would only upset her even more.
"I never expected you to come visit your mother today. You should have told me earlier. We could have come together," Gregory
said, his tone relatively gentle. "I believe that's what your mother would have wanted to see."
"What would my mother have wanted to see? Chairman Salvador, are you kidding me?" Justin gave him a cold stare, his voice
full of resentment.
"Justin, what are you trying to say?!" Gregory's brows furrowed deeply.
"As her husband, you ignored her while she was suffering from severe depression. Even after her death, you didn't once bother
to send someone to clean her grave. For the past twenty years, you've never visited my mother. And now you dare to claim that
she wants to see you?"
Justin laughed bitterly, shaking his head. His anger burned in the depths of his chest. "Chairman Salvador, even if my mother
spent several years by your side, even if she loved you, you should still have some sense of shame!"
Bella's heart trembled, nervously pressing her lips together. 'Will they get into a fight? Should I step in and speak up?'
But what Justin said also mirrored
her thoughts. She really didn't want to persuade him, so she had to scold him more firmly and snap this stubborn and bold old
man out of his arrogance!
If they started fighting, Bella would have jumped in and fought too. One punch for each of those bodyguards!

Gregory was boiling with rage, his face visibly turning red. His secretary and the bodyguards behind him were sweating bullets,
witnessing Chairman Salvador's fury.
"Paul, give me the flowers." With outsiders present, Gregory didn't want to make a scene. He forced down his anger and ordered
in a cold voice.
"Yes, Chairman Salvador." Paul hastily handed over a bouquet of white chrysanthemums respectfully.
Gregory took it and walked toward
Mary's grave with a somber expression, However, after a few steps, Justin's tall, imposing figure stopped him, snatching the
bouquet from his hands and ruthlessly throwing it to the ground.
Everyone shuddered in shock.
Gregory's eyes widened in disbelief as he said, "Justin! What are you doing?!"
"Chairman Salvador, neither my
mother nor I welcome you." Justin's
bone-chilling gaze locked onto
Gregory's stunned face. "She doesn't
need your fake love, and you have no
right to stand in front of her!"
With those words, he stepped forward and mercilessly crushed the white chrysanthemums under his foot.
"Fake love... You accuse me of being fake?!"