The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2095

The air turned heavy and suffocating

Drew confirmed the suspicions Declan first gathered from their father.

This sent waves of turbulent emotions crashing through him.

Declan's usually unshakable demeanor faltered as if he had lost all strength, leaving him drained and weakened.

"Dec, our father's health is only being held together by the combined efforts of Ash, Arnold, Bella, and Justin. He can't withstand any more shocks or disturbances. If you can't manage your relationship with that princess, it will inevitably pose a huge threat to the Thompson family in the future."

Drew narrowed his eyes, his expression cold as ice. "If you can't handle it, I can do it for you. My words can be just as ruthless."

"No. There's no need for that."

Declan lowered his long lashes to hide his pain. His voice was rough and almost unrecognizable. “I've already made it very clear to her that we're finished. I've also told her we'll never have further contact. I only brought her back tonight because I didn't want her to be a drunk girl lying alone in the corridor. There's nothing more than that."

Seeing his gloomy brother, Drew sighed in resignation and placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. "Let's go, Dec. If we don't, Bella will start to worry."

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As the door closed behind them with a creak, another door slowly opened.

With her frail and lonely form, Annabeth looked shattered, her face pale and broken.

"How could this happen..." Annabeth muttered in disbelief, shaking her head as searing pain spread through her limbs.

In reality, she pretended to be drunk to test Declan's feelings for her.

She did not expect the royal family to have something to do with Declan's mother's misfortune.

They had become like Romeo and Juliet, trapped in bitter enmity.

Annabeth, supporting herself on the doorframe, slowly sank to the ground, her tears falling drop by drop.

Another good news tonight was that Carrie finally spoke.

Although she could only manage short sentences like a toddler, her ability to speak was nothing short of a miracle.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Bella, Justin, and the younger generation's eyes filled with tears. Nigel held his granddaughter tightly, weeping uncontrollably, his tears flowing freely.

However, Bella kept the news of Amelia's pregnancy private. She planned to inform Celeste and Steven first while everyone was out watching the aurora. After that, she would prepare Wyatt for the news with Celeste.

At least this way, he would be mentally ready to become a grandfather and avoid an emotional outburst with the sudden announcement.

Meanwhile, Justin stood before the dressing mirror, wearing the deep gray suit Bella had lovingly hand- stitched for him when she was still Anna Brown.

The gray fabric was impeccable. It reflected his dignified, self-disciplined, and profound demeanor. "How noticeable are the repairs on the suit, Ian?" Justin asked, anxiously examining his reflection.

Ian, eyes wide, circled around the man, inspecting him from all angles. He touched his chin thoughtfully." Well, if you look up close, you can still see the repairs. But from a social distance, it looks perfect!" "Perfect..."

Justin felt his breath catch, his throat tightened with sorrow. "There's no such thing as perfect. No matter how skilled the tailor is, you can still see the damage. It cannot be fully repaired. It's all my fault for ruining Bella's heartfelt efforts."

"Please don't say that, Mr. Salvador! It wasn't the Young Madam's effort that was ruined. It was..." Ian's voice trailed off.

On this joyful occasion, he did not want to mention that vile woman's name. It would be disgusting and ominous if he did so!

Justin reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a small, exquisite box.

He opened it to reveal a ten-carat teardrop-shaped pink diamond, adorned with delicate white diamonds on the base, sparkling like a constellation of stars.

The size and cut of the diamond were unparalleled.

Not only that, Justin poured all his effort into choosing the raw stone, designing, and crafting this masterpiece.

He did this all in secret from Bella. Her keen intelligence had not detected anything, proving his secrecy was flawless.

"Will Bella say yes?" Justin felt a jolt of intense emotion, his breath growing heavy.

"Of course, she will!"

Ian noticed Justin's nerves and youthful anxiety and could not help but feel his eyes moisten. "Young Madam loves you deeply... She might have been waiting for you all this time."

Justin knew that Bella loved him. However, knowing everything did not always prevent self-doubt, especially at crucial moments.

"Mr. Salvador, you should go ahead with confidence. I've taken care of everything for you!"

Ian's warm and reassuring smile was full of conviction. "I've checked before this. It's currently the best time to view the aurora in Botvia. Even if the weather doesn't cooperate tonight, we can set up artificial ones. We won't let you down! Just go to Young Madam confidently!"

"Thank you, Ian." Justin straightened his back, a slight smile curling his lips.

Just then, his phone rang. It was Asher calling. He answered it immediately.

"Justin," Asher's voice came through, deep and trembling slightly from the wind.

"What's up, Ash?"

After a pause, Asher took a deep breath and spoke clearly. "I'm going to propose to Arnold tonight." Justin's eyes widened with intensity.

"I want to hold on to him firmly. I want to make sure he's mine forever. I don't want him to ever slip away."