The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2466

Salvador Corporation was his blood and sweat, too.

“He orchestrated everything—framed me for drug use and bribed my attending physician to give false testimony—just to bring me down. If he dared to strike against me today, what’s stopping him from using even more ruthless, treacherous methods tomorrow?”

Seeing his father remain silent, Justin took a slow, deep breath, forcing down the anger surging within him.

“Fine. Even if you insist that my conflict with him is a family matter, Grant’s reputation has already plummeted, and the stock price remains volatile. Even now, you’re determined to protect him at all costs.”

“Grant has explained everything to me. He wasn’t aware of the bribery incident. It was his subordinate—the female doctor—who acted behind his back. She has already been arrested. The negative rumors surrounding your brother will fade in time…”

Justin listened in silence, his heart tightening with every word. A bitter emotion rose in his throat, thick and suffocating.

He had lost his mother’s love too early, and he had never dared to hope for love from his father. He was not one to dwell on sentimentality.

Yet, at this moment, he still wished—just once—that his father would stand by his side. But it seemed that even in death, that day would never come.

“If the outcome will be clear by dawn, why tell me in advance tonight? Do you see me as so weak that I can’t even bear this much?”

Burying the deep disappointment within him, Justin offered a polite bow. Before leaving, he reached for the half-empty bottle of whiskey and walked out of the study in silence.

As the door shut behind him, Gregory could no longer hold himself upright. His back slumped inch by inch, his hands covering his face as he rubbed it hard, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

The weight pressing down on him was unbearable, leaving him breathless.

It was the suffocating, inescapable feeling of failure.

Back then, in the courtroom, when Shannon was sentenced to death, he had realized he was a failed husband.

Now, he had no choice but to admit that he had also utterly failed as a father.

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On his way back to his room, Justin ran into Paul.

“Young Master Justin.” Paul bowed respectfully.

Justin pressed his lips together briefly before speaking in a low voice. “My father seems to be in a bad mood. He drank quite a bit of strong liquor. Check his blood pressure before he sleeps.”