The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge
Chapter 1246

"Dad?!"

"Dad!"

The Thompson brothers were shocked to see Wyatt doing something he hadn't done in thirty years-laying hands on someone other than his own sons. Wyatt was the eldest son of an arrogant plutocrat, and he was spoiled from an early age. He never needed to lift a finger to deal with anyone.

But this time, Wyatt was really furious. He punched Justin once, but it wasn't enough to relieve his anger. He kept on hitting Justin over and over again. Justin's cheeks were swollen, and there was blood seeping from the corner of his lips, yet he felt no pain whatsoever, only numbness mixed with anguish. "Dad! You're not in good health! Getting too angry will worsen your condition!"

Asher and Axel rushed forward to assist their father, who was so angry he could barely stand upright. However, Wyatt forcefully shook them off and lunged forward, aggressively grabbing Justin's blood-stained collar.

"Justin... Do you realize that the woman you keep hurting over and over again is everything to me? The love of my life left her to me, and Bella is all I have left of her in this world. She means everything to me!" "Chairman Thompson, I'm sorry..."

Justin mumbled in a daze. He felt an intense ache in his chest, like a swarm of ants nibbling at his heart.

"Please give me another chance. I want to make things right for Bella."

"If you can't take responsibility, why did you even marry her in the first place? Why did you hurt her?!"

Wyatt abruptly withdrew his hand, causing the sturdy man to stagger weakly. "Go back to Savrow and your wretched family!"

"From now on, KS Group will be Salvador Corporation's number one enemy! Mr. Salvador, if you're capable, then defend your territory well. Otherwise, I will personally take your company down! Get out!" The Thompson men walked away, and the gates shut heavily behind them.

Justin stood in the rain as if his soul had been drained, feeling as though there was an insurmountable chasm between him and the Thompson family.

He couldn't tell how much time had passed as he stood there blankly. After some time passed, he kneeled on one knee, his back heaving violently as he choked back sobs.

At that moment, footsteps approached from behind and stopped beside him.

Justin struggled to catch his breath, slowly lifting his gaze.

Christopher asked with a sly grin, "Do you need an umbrella, Mr. Salvador?"

He was immaculately dressed. Christopher glared at Justin as if he were nothing but a stray dog.

Justin breathed heavily, his fingers shaking as they curled in the rain, slowly turning into tight fists with bulging veins.

"You don't seem to need one." Christopher sneered down at him. "But after messing up with Bella, Uncle Wyatt must really despise you now. Do you think this trick still stands a chance?"

Taylor, who was holding the umbrella for his master, also joined in the mockery. "I wouldn't have known it was President Salvador's plan if you hadn't mentioned it! People who don't know might actually think President Salvador wants to be the Thompson family's watchdog."

Justin was too exhausted to debate with Christopher and his lap dog.

Or perhaps he felt like he needed to punish himself in this way. It seemed like only by allowing himself to be mistreated and his pride destroyed could he find some comfort in his heart. Only then could he avoid feeling guilty, a feeling he could no longer bear.

"President Salvador, it's getting late. Are you not heading back yet? If not, I'm going in," Christopher said with a light chuckle, but his eyes showed coldness.

He continued, "I understand how tough it is when everyone blames and criticizes you. But isn't this all your own doing? Maybe if you had treated Bella better from the start, things wouldn't have turned out like this. So kneel here and feel what suffering tastes like."

As the two of them walked toward the gate of Yara Park, Justin finally asked quietly, "Were you the one pulling the strings behind Zoe?"

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