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The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Though Justin was Nigel's biological grandson, Justin had only inherited Gregory's cold indifference over the past twenty years.
He thought he had been gradually improving, but now it seemed his deep affection toward Bella was not even one-thousandth of
his grandfather's love for his grandmother.
"From now on, it'll never happen again," Justin said in a trembling voice after a long silence.
Bella placed her slender fingers against his lips and smiled gently. "Mmm, it'll never happen again."
The young couple happily joined Nigel for dinner, and Matt had also sent someone to buy fireworks.
Nigel sat in his wheelchair, smiling as he watched his grandson and granddaughter-in-law ignite the fireworks nearby. The two of
them then lit sparkles, drawing circles in the air. They looked as happy as two children celebrating the New Year.
"Look, Young Master Justin's smile is so bright and joyful."
Matt brought a wool blanket and carefully draped it over Nigel's legs. "I still remember how Young Master Justin was only up to
your waist when he first came to you. He was wearing ill-fitting clothes and was so skinny, tan, and small. He looked so pitiful
back then."
Nigel nodded emotionally, "Yeah, he's grown into a capable man who can stand on his own in the blink of an eye."
Matt sighed, "Before Young Master Justin met Ms. Thompson, he had never smiled like this. He carried heavy responsibilities
and harbored painful hatred in his heart. He was never this happy, but fortunately, Ms. Thompson appeared and healed him, and
everything is in the past now."
"Anna is not only a gift from heaven to me but also to my grandson." Nigel's eyes were warm, touched by the happiness before
him.
Indeed, they were a perfect match, a beautiful couple...
They were just like Nigel and his long-deceased, beloved wife.
"The road stretches endlessly, while morning conversations never cease. Hearts are like silk threads, entwined and
inseparable..." Suddenly, the phone in Nigel's coat pocket vibrated, pulling him back from his drifting thoughts.
He took it out and glanced at it. Upon seeing it, his pupils contracted instantly.

Matt also looked at the screen in confusion, then in shock. "Isn't that... Young Master Grant?" "Matt, take me inside."
Nigel and Matt returned to the living room. Nigel took a deep breath and answered the call.
On the screen, Grant's slightly dazed and sickly pale yet elegant face appeared, showing a kind smile to Nigel.
"Grandpa, long time no see. How have you been?"
Nigel's expression was unnatural.
"I'm fine, Grant. How have you been taking care of yourself over there? You don't look too well. Have you been taking your
medications regularly? Have you been going for your check-ups? If you feel unwell, be sure to let me and your father know, so
we can come and visit you."
"Grandpa, please don't worry about me. My health is improving each day. As your grandson, I've been away for so many years
and haven't been able to fulfill my filial duties to you and Dad. I feel extremely ashamed. I'll focus on recovering... Cough, cough,
cough... I hope to return to you and Dad soon." Grant coughed painfully, his eyes glistening with a faint, soft light, now teary.
Nigel quickly said, "You see, you're still very it. Don't push yourself too much. Just focus on recuperating abroad. Your father and
I understand and will never blame you for anything."
As they spoke, they could hear Justin and Bella laughing joyfully, and it seemed the young couple was coming closer.
Nigel's heart clenched. "Grant, I have something to attend to now. I'll call you again in a few days."
"Grandpa, what are you so afraid of?"
Grant's gaze was like a mysterious forest, but his tone carried a hint of sadness. "I know Justin is your grandson, but am I not
your grandson, too?" "You're overthinking it. I..."
"Do you really not like seeing my face that much? Do you really hate me that much?"

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