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Nigel slammed his hand onto the table, furious.
“You imbecile! If you dare look for Rosalind, I won’t recognize you as my grandson!” But it was too late—Justin had already disappeared from view.
Nigel sat back in frustration, his heart heavy with guilt.
“Sigh… Why am I cursed with this family? I tried so hard to turn things around, but I just can’t change Justin’s mind despite all my efforts… I’m so useless!” He beat his chest in despair, feeling guilty for his precious granddaughter-in-law.
Bella, her eyes still red from earlier, smiled gently as she patted Nigel’s back in an attempt to comfort him.
“Grandpa, don’t say that.
What you’ve done for me is enough.
Justin and I are just not fated to be together…”
Outside the villa, Justin was on the verge of getting into his car when a voice called out from behind.
“Mr.
Salvador!”
He froze and turned around, finding Anna chasing after him under the bright lights.
Her clear, reddish eyes glinted in the dark, and for some reason, a wave of guilt washed over him.
As he opened his mouth to speak, Bella beat him to it.
“Your sister slandered my hotel employee and caused the poor girl to have an epileptic seizure.
Please tell Bethany that I won’t let this slide.
She must give my employee an explanation.
”
Justin’s brows furrowed, the tension in his shoulders mounting as he realized this was the reason Bella had come after him.
His earlier anticipation instantly dissipated.
“Although Bethany is my sister, I never interfere with her personal affairs,” Justin replied coldly.
Bella, her face unreadable, responded, “So, you think that this is her personal affair, huh? I understand, then.
”
She chuckled softly, then turned away, walking back into the villa without looking back.
Justin stood frozen, a sense of unease creeping over him.
Is Anna laughing at me? he thought, a shiver running down his spine.
That night, Justin visited Rosalind, who was supposedly suffering from severe depression.
He stayed at the Golds’ residence until the early hours of the morning, utterly drained.
Despite his growing wariness of Rosalind due to her past actions against Anna, the moment he saw her depression diagnosis, something deep within him stirred.
He understood the pain of depression all too well—it was a trauma he could never forget.
“Mr.
Salvador, something has happened.
Should we deal with it?” Ian asked hesitantly, holding his phone.
Justin, exhausted and rubbing his temples, replied, “Huh?”
“There’s a video circulating online of Ms.
Bethany insulting the housekeeper at the hotel.
The PR department caught it in time and is worried about the potential damage to Salvador Corporation’s image.
They’d like to know how to proceed.
”
“Delete it,” Justin said coldly, his voice firm.
“Don’t let Bethany’s personal issues affect the company.
Delete everything.
”
“Yes, sir!” Ian responded promptly.
When Justin returned to the villa later that night, he was about to head upstairs when he saw Wilma walking out in her pajamas, a worried look on her face.
“Wilma, didn’t I tell you not to wait up for me? I’m busy, and I come back late all the time,” Justin said, feeling a rare surge of warmth in his heart.
Wilma had always waited for him since he was a child.
As long as he didn’t explicitly tell her he wasn’t coming back, she’d wait up for him like a mother waiting for her son.
But as Wilma grew older, she couldn’t keep up with the late hours, and Anna had taken over that role for the past three years, waiting for him every night before going to bed.
“Justin, have you eaten? I left some food for you.
It’s still warm,” Wilma said softly, her concern for him evident.
“Justin, can you go to bed a little earlier next time? Your frequent headaches are also…”
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