The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2356

Justin steadied his breath as he pushed open the door to the hospital ward. He inexplicably tensed up at that

moment.

Few things ever made him nervous because only a few people ever had the power to. Besides his grandfather, Bella was the only one who had that power.

The room was silent, save for the rhythmic hum of medical equipment.

Bella was awake, leaning against the headboard. Her face was turned toward the pitch-black window. There was neither the moon nor stars, just an endless expanse of void. Whatever held her gaze was a mystery.

Justin froze mid-step, his eyes darkening as he caught sight of her.

For a moment, he felt as though even breathing required permission. The girl who had once radiated optimism, so dazzling and full of life, now seemed completely drained.

Bella looked so fragile and forlorn that the slightest breeze could scatter her into nothingness.

After a while, Bella became aware of his presence. She turned her head slowly, her dazed expression meeting his deep, ocean-like eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

Dressed in an oversized hospital gown, her frail body trembled slightly. The corner of her eyes was tinged red, and her whole body bristled with rejection.

Justin carried a thermos in hand, stepping toward her one deliberate step at a time. His gaze was dark, almost impenetrable. "Feeling any better?"

Bella let out a cold laugh. The veins on the back of her hand, pierced by an IV needle, stood out in bluish relief." Thanks to you, Mr. Salvador, I haven't frozen to death yet."

The image of her curled up in the snow, pitiful and broken, flashed in his mind. His chest surged with an unexplainable anger that threatened to consume him.

"Bella, is it worth it? To harm yourself for my sake? To abuse your own body like this? Does it amuse you?" Her heart tightened. The already pallid color of her face seemed to drain further, leaving her deathly white.

"I told you. I will keep my promise to you. But that day... It wasn't possible." Justin's tone was harsh, but it betrayed a flicker of frustration.

Bella seemed unusually stubborn. "Why not that day?"

"I was in a hurry to find someone."

"Who?" Her voice cracked.

His gaze deepened, and his thin lips parted slightly. The words circled in his throat, but when they emerged, they sounded distant and indifferent. "Someone important to me."

Hearing this, Bella's lips twisted into a bitter smile. It was a smile steeped in anguish, an almost unbearable sight. She regretted asking. Why had she asked? Wasn't the humiliation already enough?

Once, she had been the most important person in his world. Now, anyone could replace her. That person could occupy his mind and lead him to cast her aside, breaking promises without a second thought.

"Don't do this again." Justin placed the thermos on the bedside table, his lashes lowered. "It isn't worth it to hurt yourself for me."

Bella dropped her gaze. "You're right. It's not worth it. So I won't be foolish for you ever again."

That night, her despair had reached its peak.

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Justin opened the thermos, his voice low and steady. "Good."

Bella bit down on the soft flesh of her lip. Her eyes reddened as she forced herself to smile brightly. "I already told you there is no 'next time.' Surely you haven't forgotten that?"

"Drink this. It's good for your health." Avoiding her barbs, Justin poured a bowl of steaming soup and offered it to her, its aroma filling the air.

"Take it away! I don't need your charity!" Overwhelmed by a flood of emotions, Bella suddenly swung her hand, still attached to the IV tube.

The bowl of soup spilled entirely, soaking Justin's impeccably tailored suit. The fabric darkened with dampness, leaving him visibly disheveled.

Bella's smooth forehead broke out in a cold sweat. She curled up against the headboard, straining to put as much distance between them as she could.

His sudden kindness only provoked a defensive, reflexive response in her.

Justin's pupils contracted sharply. For the first time, he noticed the pathetic state of her hands hidden beneath the blanket, wrapped tightly as if mutilated.

"Get out... Get out!" Bella scrambled to hide her injured hands again, her voice breaking into a sob.

She would never learn how to show vulnerability, nor did she ever feel the need to.