The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 588

Chapter 588 

In the study, Nigel sat on the sofa. Nigel poured a cup of water for his grandson and personally brought it to him. 

“Thank you, Grandpa.” 

Justin hurriedly took it with both hands. His demeanor was rather upright and solemn, showing no sign of weakness or illness. 

He held the cup in his right hand, supporting the base of the cup with his left hand. He elegantly sipped the tea, displaying the refined manners of a noble young man. 

“Justin, does your injury still hurt?” Nigel asked with concern. 

“It’s nothing serious, just superficial wounds.” 

In reality, Justin was somewhat affected by his old injuries. 

He often felt congested in his chest, but he concealed it exceptionally 

well. 

Justin smiled brightly and said, “Grandpa, don’t worry. Your grandson. 

is not that weak. I’ve been a soldier, after all.” 

“If you’re not that weak, why didn’t you resist? Your father clearly 

attacked you under the instigation of that vixen, Shannon. It was unreasonable. Why didn’t you snatch the whip from him and slap it across Shannon’s face?” Nigel asked indignantly. 

This was the question he wanted to ask Justin when he called him. 

over this time. 

Chapter 589 

Justin lowered his eyes, gazing at his reflection in the cup. 

Unexpectedly, he remained silent. 

After a while, Nigel frowned and asked with a heart-wrenching voice, Child, you are my grandson, the bloodline of the Salvador family. Do you still feel that you owe something to the family?” 

Justin’s sharp eyebrows twitched. He pressed his thin lips tightly 

together, a bitter expression settling on his face. 

When he was 5 years old, he and his mother, who was on the brink of death due to illness, struggled to survive. 

They suffered countless hardships in the filthy and foul-smelling slums. 

One night, amidst a raging storm, a luxurious car forcefully intruded into his dark world. The dilapidated roof was leaking from all sides The wooden door was effortlessly pushed open from the outside without a key. 

At that time, the young Justin sat by the bedside, feeding water to his nearly lifeless mother. 

Back then, Gregory was young, handsome, and full of vitality. 

He wore a meticulously tailored suit. When he stepped into the room. with his handmade leather shoes, not a single drop of water stained them. 

The young Justin looked at the man, who seemed like a god 

descending from the heavens. He only had one thought amid his astonishment. 

eg you, please splease save my mother!” 

strade to the lend the bedside. Upon seeing Justin’s unconscious 

his eyes turned tumed trimson, and he embraced her with tears in 

Mary… I’m sorry hauny i came too late. I’ve come to pick you up… too.” 

could never forget the betale deep affection that Gregory had when ght his mother back to the & to the Salvador family. 

e was as deep as the posan, apcean, and he was determined to marry else but her. 

r disregarded family pressure restore and public opinion. He even let itimate child be included in the ramn the remily tree. 

couldn’t understand. Did Gregory Greylcys his love his mother? If 

r had loved her so much, he wouldrar avena lave fallen for 

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