The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

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Clarice took a deep breath, maintaining her graceful demeanor. "Dr. Larson, you've misunderstood. I was just helping Mr. Justin with his tie. You don't have to make a big deal out of nothing."

"He's got hands and feet, and at the very least, he has lan. Who are you to interfere?" Arnold shouted back.

The chemistry between people was a strange thing. From the moment Arnold met Clarice, he did not like her. She seemed fake. Additionally, he had heard from Asher, who knew some of the dirty secrets about the Salvador family, that the Salvador brothers were actually half-siblings who were always at odds.

Since Clarice had been linked to the eldest brother, this only made Arnold even more wary of her.

"Dr. Larson, I've already explained everything to Ms. Bella." Justin's thin lips pressed into a pale line, his voice low. "We've broken up."

Arnold's face changed dramatically. He staggered back a step, stunned.

"What did you say?"

Standing quietly to the side, Clarice's face remained composed, but the corner of her lips twitched.

"We broke up," Justin repeated, his tone cold.

"You bastard... You animal!" Arnold lunged forward, grabbing Justin by the collar, his knuckles white with fury.

"Bella wasted her youth on you, lost your child, and gave you everything! She's broken-her heart is shattered, and her body's been ruined. Just an hour ago, she coughed up blood and was rushed to the ICU! She's still unconscious! Even if you don't love her anymore, where's your sense of responsibility? You just walked away? Have you lost your mind?!"

In the past few days, Arnold had forced himself to suppress his anger, not wanting to bring up old wounds and make Bella feel worse. He knew that the fear, worry, and anxiety surrounding her only made her suffering harder to bear. Anyone who had witnessed the love that Justin and Bella once shared could never accept the way things had turned out.

How could Justin claim he no longer loved her after all they had been through? How could he bear the pain?

Upon hearing Arnold's words, Justin's brows furrowed deeply, and his eyes flickered with complicated, incomprehensible emotions. "She coughed up blood? Because of me?"

"Justin, if you still have any shred of decency left, you'll visit Bella." Arnold took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down before violently releasing his grip on Justin's collar. "Even if your love for her is gone, the memories you shared are still in your head, right?

"She was the woman you once fought tooth and nail to protect, the one you worked so hard to be with Now you're giving up on her... Does your heart not feel the slightest bit of pain? Are you not afraid that one day you'll regret this more than anything?"

With that, Arnold turned and stormed out in anger.

Suddenly, Justin's vision blurred, and a sharp pain stabbed his head. It felt like his skull was about to burst.

"Mr. Justin, what's wrong? A et

feeling unwell?" Clarice rushed

forward to support him, but Justin shoved her away. "I'm fine. Don't touch me!"

Her hands froze awkwardly in midair, and her fingers curled in frustration.

...

After leaving the hospital room, Arnold stormed to the balcony, dialing his lover's number.

"Arnold." Asher's voice was still soft and tender, though it carried a faint trace of exhaustion.

"Asher... I..."