The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2429

"No." Justin's response was resolute.

"Given Grant's methods, he won't harm Yvonne for now because she's still useful to him. He'll exploit her to the fullest, using her to manipulate you, restrain Bella, and force my hand."

"Justin, I need to save my wife. Tell me what should I do?!" Drew grabbed Justin's arm, his bloodshot eyes were brimming with desperation.

Justin's breath grew heavy. "Even if we kill Grant, it cannot be by your hand. I'll do it."

"Are you kidding me? If we're taking that bastard down, we're doing it together!" Drew's striking features were fearless, his voice filled with unyielding determination. "Once a

classmate, always a comrade. We fight side by side!"

"Grant is my brother. The affairs of the Salvador family should end with me. Besides, I'm not just doing this for you- I have my own reasons." Justin fell silent for a moment before speaking again, his voice calm.

"I also came tonight for another reason. I hope you won't blame your sister. She's been consumed by guilt these past two days, unable to forgive herself. She cared deeply for Yvonne."

"Ha... What do you take me for?" Drew let out a sharp exhale, his voice tinged with pain. " That's Bella-my sister, the one I've protected with my life. How could I ever blame her?"

The thought of Bella's sobbing voice made his throat tighten. Drew swallowed hard to keep the tears at bay. "You talk about me--but what about you? If you have blood on your hands, what happens to my sister? I can't do it, and neither can you!"

Justin cast him a faint glance. "What does it matter?"

"Damn it, are you really that clueless, or are you just pretending? Bella is still hopelessly in love with you! Even if you lose your mind, become paralyzed, or can't even get it up, she deserves an answer from you!"

"Your sister is an exceptional woman." Justin's deep, starlit eyes held a trace of suppressed emotion as he gazed at the desolate night beyond the window. "In every way, she deserves someone better than me."

It was dark, damp, suffocating, and filthy.

In her unconscious state, Yvonne was trapped in a relentless nightmare, reliving the agonizing tortures that Christopher inflicted on her.

In her dreams, she was back in Pivotage's filthy, depraved underground chamber, curled up

in a corner, her body battered and exposed.

The door opened, and she saw Drew's resolute figure stepping toward her.

"Drew..." Yvonne lifted her tear-streaked face to him.

Yet, his face remained shrouded, obscured from view.

"Do you regret it? Regret grabbing Christopher's hand back then just to survive?" His gaze was cold, devoid of emotion.

Yvonne wept uncontrollably, her sobs racking her fragile frame.

She regretted it. She regretted it deeply.

If she could do it all over again, she would rather freeze to death on the streets than accept Christopher's so-called salvation.

"Ms. Amaryllis, do you think she's dead?" A voice broke through the haze.

"Dead? In this place, even death is a luxury. It's not that easy to die."

Suddenly, Yvonne's bloodshot eyes snapped open. Her body convulsed violently, her expression consumed by terror as every nerve in her body screamed in agony.

"She's awake!"

Clarice calmly removed the taser from Yvonne's body, her lips curling into a sinister smile.

The lingering effects of the electric shock left Yvonne's pale lips half-open, her gaze vacant.

Even as she lay on the bed, her body twitched involuntarily.

Despite her shattered consciousness, she forced herself to take in her surroundings.

Gray, grimy walls surrounded her. The room was dim, cold, and stark.

It resembled both a hospital and a prison.

"059. From now on, that's your name."

Dressed in a white lab coat, Clarice stood by the window, flanked by two medical staff. She bent down slightly, her face inches from Yvonne's pale face, her chilling smile dripping with malice.

"Welcome to my domain-hell on earth."