The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Bella squatted next to the bed, gently nudging Wyatt twice.
She tried to sound casual and comforting. "What's wrong? Feeling embarrassed? Come on, it's no big deal. In this day and age,
who would dare to talk about this? Wouldn't that just be dragging themselves down? Besides, the entire KS Group belongs to the
Thompson family. If it were me, I would take a dump at the front gate, and people would come around and praise me for it. Who
would dare spread rumors?" Justin and Quentin were speechless.
Although they knew Bella was trying to comfort Wyatt, a more refined choice of words might have been better.
Wyatt remained silent, lying there with his back turned to her.
"Wyatt, you've weathered countless storms. You won't let something this small bring you down, right?" Bella was starting to feel
anxious. "Wyatt! Can you stop being so weak? Pull yourself together. You have so many kids and wives to look after. What will
we do if you collapse?"
"Bella," Wyatt finally said. His voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible. "Have I disappointed you?"
Bella's heart jumped. "Dad, what are you talking about? No, of course not!"
"I even hate myself... You all must find me incredibly troublesome," Wyatt said, his body stiffening as he curled up even more.
"Bella, do you know what I was thinking at that moment? I was thankful that your mother passed away earlier... Otherwise, if she
saw me now, how disgusted and disappointed she'd be..."
He had not forgotten that Justin was right beside him. His willingness to show such vulnerability proved that he no longer saw
Justin as an outsider.
"Dad..." Bella's lips trembled. She choked up, unable to speak.
"Justin."
"Yes, Uncle Wyatt. I'm here." Justin stepped forward quickly, standing side by side with Bella.
"In the past, I hated you, scolded you, and hit you... I repeatedly tried to separate you and Bella. I know I was over the line, but
now... I want to ask for your forgiveness. I'm sorry."
Justin was stunned, completely taken aback, and at a loss for words. "No, Uncle Wyatt! Please don't think that way. I've never
blamed you, and I never thought you were wrong. You don't need to apologize to me!"

"From now on... I'm entrusting my most beloved, precious daughter to you," Wyatt said in a muffled voice. "I know your character
and your love for Bella are beyond doubt. There's just one thing. You must manage the Salvador Corporation wet. In the future,
you must become as wealthy as I am. Don't let my daughter live a single day in poverty. Besides that, I have nothing more to
say."
Quentin could hardly believe his ears, his eyes brimming with uncontrollable joy.
Justin's heart pounded like a drum. He looked into the eyes of the shy woman beside him with a bright, intense gaze. "Don't
worry. I will continue to work hard and bring all the best things in the world to Bella."
But what Bella wanted, she had already received. To her, the most beautiful thing in the world was Justin's love.
At that moment, the phone rang. Seeing it was her older brother calling, she answered immediately, "Ash!"
"Bella, Uncle Quentin contacted me. I already know about Dad's situation."
Asher's voice was deep yet reassuringly calm. "You and Justin should bring Dad to our family hospital immediately. Arnold is
here with me, and he'll be treating Dad."
"Arnold? Arnold is back?!" Bella exclaimed in delight.
"Yes, he's back," Asher replied, taking a deep breath, his voice so gentle it was almost intoxicating. "This time, I don't want him to
leave again.”