The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2293

Ever since Justin had suddenly fainted in the hospital, his mind has felt sluggish for the past three days. During the company's daily meetings, he was visibly distracted, even dozing off in front of everyone.

He had also canceled all his evening social events and business gatherings, opting to head back to the Tideview Manor with lan by his side.

Trailing closely behind him, Ian's face was filled with concern. "Mr. Salvador, your condition has been deteriorating over the past few days. Shouldn't you see a doctor?"

"Who would I even go to?" Justin felt a feeling of heaviness weighing on his body, his head dizzy and throbbing, along with a slight chill that made him uncomfortable in a way he could not quite put his finger on. "Dr. Larson has vanished. Who else can help me?"

Tan sighed deeply, feeling burdened like a worried parent. "But what if your condition worsens by delaying treatment? After today's meeting, the senior executives were all gossiping behind your back. Rumors will spread if we don't handle this..."Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'm not sick." Justin's breath was labored, his jaw clenched as he struggled to suppress the discomfort. "I know my body better than anyone."

Ian sighed in frustration. Justin had become even more stubborn and difficult to handle than before.

In the living room, Grant and Gregory were seated comfortably on the sofa in the living room and engaged in a lighthearted conversation over tea.

"Justin, you're back." Grant smiled and nodded at him.

"Dad, brother," Justin responded, his expression distant, a hint of fatigue showing in his eyes.

As someone who had gone through military training and endured all kinds of injuries over the years, he had always managed to push through. But Justin had never felt so utterly drained.

Grant furrowed his brows slightly and said, "Justin, are you feeling unwell? You don't look so good."

Justin immediately replied, "I'm fine."

At that moment, Clarice, dressed in a white lab coat, approached gracefully. She carried a tray with carefully arranged, freshly cut fruit. As she walked, Clarice emanated a refined and poised demeanor.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the connection between them felt unguarded.

Clarice smiled softly, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear with a practiced, feminine gesture. However, Justin simply turned away, his expression cold and indifferent, completely unaffected by her charm. Clarice's smile wavered slightly, and she felt a sense of frustration bubbling within her. She had hoped that after saving him the last time, their relationship would have progressed. But to her disappointment, it remained stagnant.

Still, she remembered what Grant had said before. Everything should not be rushed, especially with someone like Justin, who was as stubborn as a mule. She had to take things one step at a time, slowly and carefully.

"Justin, if you're feeling unwell, you need to seek treatment immediately, Gregory said sternly. "You're the president of the Salvador Corporation. If anything happens to you, the whole company will be in turmoil. You must always keep that in mind."

He continued, "But at least now, you've finally come to your senses, no longer letting that girl from the Thompson family manipulate you, forcing you to sacrifice your life for her. You're part of the Salvador family. Letting a girl from the Thompson family toy with you was ridiculous! Where was your dignity?"

"Dad, if there's nothing else, I'm going upstairs," Justin replied, frowning as he turned to leave.

"Mr. Salvador * Clarice suddenly called out to him, her voice serious. "Lately, have you been feeling dizzy and weak in your limbs? Sometimes, do you feel a faint chill in your whole body?"