The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1537

Nigel furrowed his brows deeply, “Grant…”

Grant’s eyes carried a hint of sorrow, and his smile was bitter. “I’m sorry, Grandpa. It’s my fault. I couldn’t help you and Dad or fulfill my duties to the Salvador family. I also ended up becoming a burden. For many years, I’ve always thought about one thing—how different things would be if I didn’t get kidnapped, if I had been the one to escape from the kidnappers. If I could’ve been a bit more selfish... Would everything have turned out differently then?”

With a complicated mix of emotions, Nigel tried to console him. “Grant, don’t think about it that way. I know you’ve suffered a lot over the years. That was an accident. You’re my grandson, too. Why wouldn’t my heart ache for you, too? Whether it’s you or Justin, I love both of you deeply.”

“Then do you love me more, or Justin more?”

This was undoubtedly a soul-searching question.

Nigel was momentarily at a loss for words, while Grant smiled faintly. “You don’t have to answer. I understand. But it’s okay. I won’t be angry. After all, I’m Justin’s older brother, the eldest son of the Salvador family. Even at the cost of my life, it’s my duty to protect my younger brother. Though I’ve missed you and Dad and have felt sorry for myself, I’ve never regretted risking my life to save Justin during that kidnapping incident.”

A heavy shadow clouded Nigel’s brow, and he pressed his lips together.

“Back then, if I hadn’t helped Justin escape, the kidnappers would’ve tortured us to death. One of us had to survive to inherit the Salvador family business and fulfill our filial duties to you and Dad. Isn’t that right?”

“Grant, about that incident... I’ll always feel indebted to you. I just hope you don’t hold a grudge against Justin. Don’t blame him for it. Justin was just a child then. He was too young to understand anything.” Nigel set aside his elder’s pride, almost pleading with Grant.

A subtle, mysterious smile appeared on Grant’s pale and handsome face on the screen.

That smile was like a snake’s cold and slender tongue, probing Nigel’s heart with eerie and hidden intent.

“Grandpa, who are you talking to?”

Justin walked in with his arm around Bella’s waist. His face beamed with happiness.

Nigel froze, holding his phone mid-air, unsure of what to do.

“Justin? You’re here.” Grant’s warm voice came from the phone.

Bella heard the deep, mellow voice, which immediately caught her attention.

Justin’s expression stiffened. “Grant…?”

Grant’s voice was gentle as he pleaded, “Grandpa, can I please speak with Justin? I haven’t seen him in a long time. I miss him.”

“Justin, your brother wants to talk to you.” Nigel deliberately called Justin over alone.

He did it to ensure that Bella would not appear on the call.

Justin walked over to his grandfather, his handsome face composed. “Hey, Grant.”

“You look just as spirited and handsome as ever, unlike me... Cough, cough.”

Grant tried to suppress his cough, smiling with relief. “I’m sure you and Ms. Thompson must be laughing at me.”

Justin’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, and Bella clearly heard everything.