Ex-Husband’s Regret Barren Mommy Has Quadruplets By Dolly Molly

Nigel trembled as he walked over to his son, his cheeks quivering in anger. "Today... I'm laying it down right here. As long as I'm still around, I want to see who dares lay a hand on Anna! I will personally deal with anyone who disrespects her!"

Gregory clutched his chest, his fury evident. "Dad! You're really..."

"Besides, now that Justin has woken up, this matter is over." Nigel's gaze was firm, filled with unwavering protectiveness. "From now on, if you so much as glare at Anna again, don't call me your father! I can't believe you're using your elderly status to bully a young girl. What an achievement!"

Although Nigel did not slap Gregory, the sting of humiliation still burned across Gregory's cheeks. It was not that better off from getting a slap.

"Anna, go on. Go and see Justin. Go on." Nigel gently urged Bella, his voice soft as he looked at Bella, whose eyes were red and puffy from crying. Steven also encouraged her. "Ms. Bella, you've been waiting for Mr. Salvador to wake up all this time. I'm sure he wants to see you, too. Go on."

With trembling, frost-bitten fingers, Bella walked in slow, hesitant steps toward the bedside.

Justin, worn down by his long coma, looked thinner. However, his sharp, strong features only appeared more defined. His handsome face was as striking as ever.

He sat quietly against the headboard, his once bright and lively eyes now dim, void of their former brilliance. It was as if they were bottomless pools of darkness. "Justin..." Bella sat by his side. However, as soon as she said his name, tears began streaming down her face uncontrollably.

Justin turned his gaze toward her, his expression blank as he watched her sob. He was eerily silent.

Bella's heart twisted painfully, a cold dread creeping through her entire body. Something was terribly wrong.

"Justin, what's wrong?!" Gregory, panic-stricken, rushed over and leaned close to his son's face. "Justin! Look at me! I'm your father!"

"Justin, it's Grandpa!"

With Matt's support, Nigel shakily

made his way over, his eyes

Grandpa is here. Can't you ove e

brimming with tears. "Justin,

me anymore?!"

Justin's hollow gaze landed on Nigel. His pale lips quivered as he whispered, "Grandpa..."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Nigel cried out joyfully, "Ah! You remember me! That's all that matters!"

Justin then turned his eyes toward Gregory, his voice just as faint. "Dad..."

"My son!" Gregory could not hold back any longer and rushed forward, embracing his youngest son tightly.

It had been so long since he had last held him like this. The last time felt like a lifetime ago.

"Thank goodness, Mr. Salvador

hasn't lost his memory!" Relieved

lan stepped forward, his voice.

trembling as he added, "Mr.

Salvador, Young Madam is here to see you!"

Just as Gregory was about to flare up, Nigel's sharp glance made him hold

this tongue.

Justin's unfocused eyes slowly drifted back to Bella's face.

It was a face he had once engraved into his soul, a face he had deeply loved.

"B-Bella...?" Justin's dry lips parted, his voice hoarse and rough.

It was as if he was relearning how to speak.

"It's me... It's me! I'm Bella!" Bella's

tightly wound heart finally art finally relaxed

She then wrapped her tear-soaked

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hands around his scarred, The

weathered hand.

However, in the next moment, Justin

furrowed his brow slightly, an@slowly pulled his hand out of her grasp.