The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2275

“Bella!”

Wyatt and his three wives, Asher, and Axel rushed into the hospital room.

Amelia, who was pregnant, had insisted on coming to see Bella, but everyone forced her to stay at home, leaving Steven to take care of her.

Seeing Bella nestled in Grant’s arms, everyone was momentarily stunned. The room fell silent.

“Dad...” Bella's eyes were brimming with tears as she struggled slightly against Grant’s broad chest, unable to get up. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, making it seem as if they were lovers caught in a private moment.

Grant smiled faintly as he stood up from his wheelchair and gently placed Bella back on the bed, carefully tucking the blanket around her.

Everyone exchanged bewildered glances.

Though the Thompson family resided in Hatchbay, they were still one of the top-tier families.

They were just as familiar with the gossip of Savrow’s upper circles as anyone else, especially the kidnapping case from 20 years ago, which had been the talk of the town.

They knew well the damage Grant had suffered in that incident, leaving him dependent on a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Yet here he was, standing, appearing no different from a healthy man.

At that moment, Clarice hurried back and was surprised to see Grant caring so gently for Bella.

Clarice was taken aback, crumpling the medical report in her hand.

After observing Grant for so long, she knew him to be aloof, ascetic, and refined. Grant appeared gentle, but in truth, he was unfeeling.

Yet this man before her was showing such tenderness and consideration toward Bella.

Clarice knew she should not feel jealous, but jealousy was a natural human emotion. No matter how hard she tried to suppress it, she could not ignore the feeling.

“Mr. Salvador, please sit down.” Clarice rushed to help Grant back into his wheelchair, her face full of concern. “You’re still weak. It’s best to be careful.”

Grant smiled faintly. “I’m fine.”

“Bella! My dear daughter!” Wyatt stepped forward, tightly grasping his daughter’s scarred hand, his tall figure trembling with emotion. He was barely able to stand, supported by Mila. “How are you feeling? Tell me, where does it still hurt?”

“Bella, how could this happen? How did you end up in a car accident? You have no idea how worried we’ve been! Your father, he even...” Mila’s eyes were brimming with tears, almost letting something slip, only to be silenced by a sharp look from Wyatt.

But Bella noticed everything, her heart filling with even more guilt, self-blame, and sorrow. “Dad... I’m sorry for worrying you all..."

As she spoke, her eyes reddened, and tears began to fall. Within those tears lay a sense of grievance.

The one who once stood beside her through thick and thin was no longer there. From now on, if there was a mountain of blades, she would face it alone. If there was a sea of fire, she would dive in herself.