The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1963

"Justin's heart spasmed with pain. He stood rooted in place, looking helpless and distressed.

Suddenly, Drew stood up and grabbed Justin by the collar, glaring at him with sharp eyes. "What the hell did you do to my sister?! Did you force her into some S&M play yesterday?!""

"No..."

"Then why is she covered in bruises?! Fuck! Even if you're playing, you should be the masochist!"

Drew's knuckles turned white. He used so much force that he even yanked off the button at Justin's collar. The two men's noses were almost touching. "Bella was doted on like a princess by us brothers, but she has only suffered misfortunes since she started dating you. Now, you're even bullying her in bed?!

"How could you be such a monster?! Since you said you love her, you should be considerate of her feelings! How could you just get yourself off and neglect my sister's well-being?! Justin, just you wait! I'll ask that old maid of yours to count my sister's injuries. Then I'll return them to you tenfold!"

Justin could see that Drew was genuinely angry. The only person who could make Drew lose composure like this was Bella.

"Drew..." Bella, burning from the fever, struggled to open her eyes.

"I'm here, Bella. I'm right here!"

Drew angrily pushed Justin aside and squatted by the bed, touching her forehead. His own forehead was also covered in a thin layer of sweat. "It's too hot. I could even fry an egg!"

"You're so noisy..." Bella used all her strength to raise her hand, flicking Drew's forehead lightly. "A patient needs to rest... You're intentionally keeping me awake..."

At this moment, Wilma rushed in with fever medicine and water. She took a thermometer and placed it on Bella's forehead.

Веер!

It was 39.8 degrees Celsius!

"OMG! This temperature is enough to kill even cancer cells, and you're still holding on?!"

Wilma felt distressed for Bella and indignantly pushed Justin until he staggered back. "Young Master, you're a fool! What fever medicine does she need at this point? Send her to the hospital now before her brain gets damaged!"

Justin was filled with regret. He had hurt the person he loved the most because of his possessiveness.

Justin and Wilma helped to change Bella's clothes while Drew turned away, his broad shoulders trembling in anger.

At this moment, Bella was like an obedient doll, letting them move her as they pleased. Wilma helped her put on a coat, and Justin got on one knee to put on her shoes.

Justin was about to carry her when Drew roughly pushed him away, refusing to let him touch Bella.

"Bella, let me carry you." Drew squatted with his back to Bella.

"Drew, let me do it." Justin had a simple thought and did not want Drew to be worn out.

"Get lost."

Justin pursed his dry lips, at a loss for words.

"When Bella was sick as a child, we would carry her to the hospital and take turns coaxing her to sleep when she was uncomfortable at night."

Drew swiftly lifted his sister, his eyes red. "When she was a little girl, she rode on my back if she was in a bad mood. Justin, you said you love her, but I don't think you're doing nearly enough. I'm a little hesitant to trust her with you."

It sounded a bit exaggerated, but in the eyes of a brother who truly loved and cherished his sister, it was not an exaggeration at all.

"Sorry..." Justin's face was pale as he clenched his fists and watched Drew carry Bella out.

In the car, Bella moaned weakly, insisting on sitting with Justin.

"Drew... Don't blame Justin. He's always clumsy, especially in front of you guys... He panics so much."

Bella tugged on Drew's sleeve, her eyelashes fluttering. "Stop bullying him... I know he didn't do it on purpose..."

"Bella, you're spoiling him too much. You can't spoil men. They'll only get worse!" Drew was pissed off, but looking at how Bella spoke for Justin, he was hesitant to say harsher words.

"He's my husband. Who's gonna spoil him if I don't? It's nothing."

Bella's lips, fever-chapped, curved up gently. "Justin always had a hard life... He finally tasted something sweet from me, so he's a little overwhelmed. Don't be too hard on him, okay?"

Instantly, an intense wave of guilt almost devoured Justin.

His dry and bitter throat choked up, nearly suffocating, and he forced back the tears welling up beneath his eyes.

Bella knew and understood him too well.

But the more she did, the more he felt undeserving of her, causing him to loathe himself.

The luxury car headed toward the hospital, with lan as the driver and Drew in the passenger seat.

In the backseat, Justin hugged the woman wrapped in a wool blanket tightly. His voice was hoarse. "Are you still cold?"

Bella's soft hair rubbed against his heaving chest. "It's just a fever... Don't worry. But, next time.... Remember to be gentle with me."All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Next time. He would not dare to do this again.

The car suddenly stopped.

Drew frowned. "Why aren't you driving?"

Ian said, "It's a red light."

Drew raised his sharp brows. "Your Young Madam is having a high fever. Who cares about the traffic lights? Her brain will start boiling by the time we get there! Drive!"

"Drew, enough..." Bella's pale face was helpless. "I'm just having a fever, not about to go into labor. Can you calm down..."

Upon hearing it, Justin felt as if a cold, huge boulder was pressing down on his heart. His shirt was already

drenched with sweat.

"Bella, you're too..."

Before Drew could finish his words, there was suddenly a loud bang.

A man's pale, twisted, and crazed face, like a demon climbing out of hell, suddenly pressed against their windshield.