The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2298

"Thank my brother for me." Justin's gaze remained calm as he looked at Clarice. "I'll take the medicine. I still have work to do. Dr. Amaryllis, you may leave now."

"Then I won't disturb you any longer, Mr. Justin. If you feel unwell, contact me immediately."

With that, Clarice turned and walked toward the door.

"Ian, I'll attend the charity event this weekend," Justin said, his voice low.

Ian was overjoyed. "Understood. I'll make the arrangements right away!"

Clarice's eyes flickered as she glanced back briefly before striding out.

The moment the door closed, Justin's face turned cold. He grabbed the pills from the desk and tossed them into the trash without a second thought.

"Mr. Salvador, you've come to your senses?!" Ian was on the verge of tears from sheer relief. He had been worried Justin had fallen under the spell of that sly fox!

"My brother saved my life; that's true. But that doesn't mean I need to accept everything he gives me without question."

Justin closed the file on his desk, exhaled slowly, and recalled the conversation he had with his brother on the rooftop. The memory caused a dull pain in his temples, and he tightened his grip on the pen in his hand.

The weekend arrived quickly.

This year's annual Savrow charity event was unlike any before. It was co-hosted by the city's most prominent families, government entities, non-governmental organizations, and community groups. Such occasions were always a chance for these elites to showcase their generosity, enhance their public image, and flaunt their influence.

Now that Bella was the CEO of KS Group, she was expected to actively participate in such charitable activities. In the morning, a Rolls-Royce pulled up at the entrance of Savrow's largest orphanage, which was sponsored by the charity foundation.

Most high-society figures would only attend the evening's gala, making grand appearances as they publicly donated. The day's activities at the orphanage were often avoided due to the perceived inconvenience and messiness.

Bella, however, walked into the orphanage, accompanied by Steven and the director.

Snow had fallen the previous night, covering the courtyard in a pristine white blanket. Teachers and volunteers were busy shoveling the snow.

"Oh my, this year's event has really brought some liveliness to our orphanage! The director remarked with a pleased smile as she led Bella further inside

"In previous years, the charity gala was always bustling, but the orphanage was so quiet, with hardly anyone willing to visit. It's clear, Ms. Thompson, that you're genuinely kind-hearted and truly care for the children." Bella smiled faintly, asking nonchalantly, "Besides me, has anyone else come today?"

"Yes! Mr. Salvador is here as well!"

Bella froze in place, her heart racing uncontrollably as her voice became slightly hoarse. "Mr. Salvador... Where is he?"

"He's in the back courtyard playing soccer with the kids."

Suppressing the intense desire to see him, Bella forced herself to remain composed as she made her way to the back courtyard. Before she even entered, she could already hear the children's joyful laughter.

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In the serene and picturesque snow-covered scene before her, Grant, dressed in a black wool coat, sat in a wheelchair, maneuvering through the children as they played soccer together. His face was lit with joy. Although his mobility was limited, his movements were smooth and unburdened, showing no signs of clumsiness. In fact, there was a youthful, carefree grace to him, as if he were completely at ease. "Big brother, be careful!"

The ground was slippery from the snow, and when Grant's wheelchair wobbled, a little boy quickly ran up to steady it.

"Thank you, little one." Grant smiled warmly, reaching out to pat the boy's head.

"Wow... Big brother, look at that pretty lady!" The boy pointed in Bella's direction, prompting Grant to glance over. His clear eyes arched gently as he smiled.

"Ms. Thompson, what a pleasant surprise."