The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2377

Grant whispered to himself, “Grandpa, you truly favor him. But how much longer can you protect him?”

Grant’s smile no longer carried the charm of a gentle breeze. Instead, it resembled a venomous serpent, cold and menacing, with eyes like a bottomless abyss. “Don’t you realize that the more you shield him, the more harm you do to him?”

“Sir.” Clarice hurried over, bowing deeply before him. “The task has been completed.”

Grant glanced at her, and she immediately understood. Pushing his wheelchair, she escorted him to the lounge to speak privately.

“That Old Master Nigel is infuriating!” Clarice fumed on his behalf. “Who does Justin think he is? You’re the one who should inherit the Salvador Corporation! Even now, the old man is hell-bent on protecting that illegitimate child. Is he senile?!”

“It’s to be expected.” Grant’s smile lingered, though it never reached his eyes. “To Grandpa, Justin is his true grandson. After all, he’s been estranged from me for a long time.”

“How utterly detestable! He can’t even distinguish between close and distant ties!” Clarice was livid, stomping her foot in frustration. “Even though I bribed Dr. Wagner to confirm that Justin abused illegal substances, with the old man guarding him, it still seems impossible to bring him down or to utterly destroy him!”

Grant’s dark, brooding eyes settled on her. He smiled faintly, a hint of mockery in his gaze. “You hate him that much?”

“I hate him! I’d kill him myself if I could, carve him up, and feed him to the dogs!”

Recalling her downfall from being the pampered daughter of the Gold family to a ruined woman begging on the streets, Clarice felt her eyes burn red with hatred.

She gritted her teeth, choking back the vulgar curses she wished to hurl at Bella in Grant’s presence.

Grant squinted, his melodious voice carrying a hint of laziness. “To hate so deeply means you once loved just as deeply.”

A chill ran down Clarice’s spine. Her chest tightened as she scrambled forward, kneeling at his feet and gazing up at him with devotion. “No, Sir! You are the only one in my heart. There’s never been anyone else, not even Justin! Back then, I was too young, too naive, too foolish! I was deceived by Shannon. Otherwise, how could I have ever crossed paths with someone so lowly?”

Grant ignored her protestations. He mused aloud, “Profound love and deep hatred... I’ve never experienced either. That’s why I envy you for having hate. I also envy my brother for having love.”