Justin’s words, though devoid of any profanity, felt like a sharp de


    piercing through Be, leaving her with a bloody wound.


    “Justin, I’ve never trampled on your dignity. After our divorce, wasn’t it


    you who came crawling back every time, unable to ept reality?”


    Be’s eyes subtly reddened, yet she defiantly shed a smile that could infuriate even the calmest


    soul. “Your dignity is something you willingly discarded. How dare you have the audacity to me me


    for


    it now?”


    She thought to herself, ‘I shouldn’t havee here. I shouldn’t have bothered about his condition!


    Justin, you deserve to wallow in your


    own misery!’


    Justin’s breath hitched. Suddenly, he felt dizzy, and his towering figure swayed slightly.


    “Hey! What the hell are you doing?!”


    Swoosh!


    Before Justin could speak, a pebble, aimed with precision, struck


    Justin at the back of his head.


    Justin winced in pain, his brows furrowing tightly.


    Meanwhile, Arnold stormed toward Justin, aiming to grab the cor


    of his shirt.


    However, Justin’s reflexes were lightning-fast.


    He deftly dodged to the side, leaving Arnold to grasp at thin air as he stumbled forward several meters.


    With his naturally long limbs, he resembled a mantis poised to strike.


    Be, who had been quite furious, could not help but stifle augh at Arnold’sical mishap. She


    pressed her lips tightly together.


    Justin’s brows furrowed, his hands reaching to rub the back of his neck. A hint of sinister allure now


    tinged his handsome features.


    “Is that all you’ve got? Sneaking up on someone from behind?”


    “Sneaking up on someone from behind? I’d rather do that than resort to assaulting women in the dark!”


    Arnold dusted himself off and got up from the ground, still shaken by Justin’s reaction earlier. “You’re


    already divorced, yet you still resort to violence? You’re the mighty president of the Salvador


    Corporation. Is that all you’ve got?”


    “What exactly is your rtionship with her?” Justin stared at Arnold with cold eyes.


    This feminine-looking guy dared toy hands on him for Be, so Justin thought that he must also hold


    Be in high regard.


    Stumped on how to introduce himself, Arnold opened his mouth, only for Be to softly interject, “His


    name is Arnold Larson, a neurologist I brought over from Meridan.”Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    A neurologist?


    Justin suddenly realized something and fell silent.


    “I came here specifically for your condition this time,” Be said


    calmly, her gaze steady as she looked at Justin, devoid of any extra emotion, like a doctor examining a


    patient.


    The distant look in her eyes only fueled Justin’s irritation.


    “I’m not sick,” Justin responded coldly.


    “Don’t act tough. You know better than anyone whether you’re sick or not.”


    Be spoke solemnly. “Previously, you suffered a severe head injury. Although I performed surgery on


    you, it wasn’t entirely sessful. Whenever you get emotional, your body will tremble involuntarily, and


    your actions will be uncontroble. Over time, you may start hallucinating and even lose


    consciousness. If it gets serious, you may be paralyzed. Do you really want to end up like that?


    Aren’t you afraid of how devastated Grandpa would be if he found out?”


    Arnold looked at Be in disbelief.


    Justin’s brain surgery… She was the one who operated on him?!


    How unbelievable!