The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge



Chapter 2375

"Also... My access pass is gone! That woman must've taken it when she attacked me!"

Clarice's heart skipped a beat.

The voice calling out her old name made Clarice uneasy, and her suspicions that it was not just her imagination began to sink in.

A chill ran down her spine as cold sweat broke out. She quickly gave orders to Jace. "I have to meet with the Boss now. Comb through the surveillance footage and find out who had the audacity to cause trouble here! Report back to me and the Boss immediately!"

Jace watched Clarice storm off, his expression grim.

Having successfully escaped the hospital, Bella quickly got into the car as Steven hit the accelerator, speeding them away into the night.

Steven could not help but glance over at Bella, whose face was ghostly pale, her lips frosted white as though frozen.

He asked anxiously, "Ms. Bella, did you find Jonah? Was he there? What's the situation?" Bella remained lost in her sea of thoughts, her dark eyes filled with melancholy.

"Ms. Bella? Are you alright?" Steven raised his voice slightly, trying to snap her out of it. "She turned around..."

Steven blinked in confusion. "Who?"

Bella slowly lifted her gaze, a fierce resolve burning within. "I called Clarice by another name -Rosalind Gold-and she turned around!"

The screech of the brakes pierced the stillness of the night as the car abruptly stopped by the roadside.

After listening to Bella recount what had happened, Steven's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his fingers almost ripping through the material.

"Ms. Bella, if Clarice responded to that name, could she really be Rosalind? Did Rosalind really get plastic surgery?"

"The hallway was quiet. If you suddenly called out, most people would instinctively look back." Bella reasoned, her tone cold and analytical. "But Clarice's reaction wasn't normal."

Her eyes narrowed as she continued, her hands clenching unconsciously. "There was shock and a hint of panic in her gaze."

"She's gone through all the trouble to reinvent herself, returning from Meridan; of course, she'd want to bury her past completely," Steven said, teeth gritted. "But 'Rosalind Gold' is a

name that followed her for over two decades. It's not something you can just forget. When someone calls it unexpectedly, her subconscious reaction is unavoidable."

As the tide of information flooded her mind, Bella began to piece the puzzle together. "Rosalind has reinvented herself as Clarice, Grant's personal doctor. If Grant is the "Boss" they mentioned, then Clarice and Christopher seem to be his closest confidants. Their return to Savrow and their involvement with Salvador Corporation are all part of a bigger plan. Hiding Jonah is just one part of their agenda. That hospital and the terminally ill patients there may be hiding a dark and sinister secret!"

After all, Bella and Justin had uncovered the truth about the human drug experiments that once terrified Savrow-the mastermind behind it was Christopher.

Now, looking back, it was likely that the true puppeteer behind everything was Grant!

The thought of Grant's calm, elegant face made Bella's skin crawl. That seemingly gentle and noble visage now struck her as sinister and unsettling, like it was teeming with menace. What was Grant planning?

If he wanted Salvador Corporation, targeting Justin would have been enough. But what was his ultimate goal in doing this?

"Ms. Bella, that hospital is definitely suspicious! Should we inform Ralph and let the authorities handle it?" Steven asked anxiously.

"No, we can't act rashly yet." Bella shook her head and said, "Do you think they'd dare pull off something like this without covering their tracks? They likely have their people in the police force too."

"If the police make a move, the hospital will be emptied before they even arrive. Once they scatter, finding another lead would be nearly impossible."

"Then... What do we do?" Steven sighed, his frustration evident.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Bella's voice grew quieter, but her words carried weight. "Grant's uncle, Lucas, is in Fifth Prison, isn't he?"

"Yes, Ms. Bella. As you asked, I found out Lucas is being held as a high-priority mental health prisoner under heavy security. Only family members are allowed to see him."

The car fell into a heavy, oppressive silence, but Bella's mind raced. Then, as if struck by a bolt of lightning, she shot upright and exclaimed, "Ah! So that's it! That's their plan!"

With a thud, Bella's head slammed into the car's ceiling with a loud thud, making her wince in pain as tears sprang to her eyes.

"Ms. Bella, what plan?" Steven asked, unconcerned about her bumping her head- he was too desperate for answers.

Bella rubbed her sore head, but her eyes shone with a sudden realization, exclaiming. "It's all a ruse!"