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    Nigel trembled as he walked over to his son, his cheeks quivering in anger. "Today... I''mying it down right here. As long as I''m still around, I want to see who daresy 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 re 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 p Gregory, the sting of humiliation still burned across Gregory''s cheeks. It was not that better off from getting a p. “Anna, go on. Go and see Justin. Go on." Nigel gently urged Be, his voice soft as he looked at Be, whose eyes were red and puffy from crying. Steven also encouraged her. "Ms. Be, 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, Be walked in slow, hesitant steps toward the bedside.


    Justin, worn down by his longa, 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...” Be sat by his side. However, as soon as she said his name, tears began streaming down her face uncontrobly.Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.


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


    Be''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 brimming with tears. "Justin,


    Grandpa is here. Can''t you recognize me anymore?!"


    Justin''s hollow gazended 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 hadst held him like this. Thest 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 re up, Nigel''s sharp nce made him hold his tongue.


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


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


    “B-Be...?" 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 Be!" Be''s tightly wound heart finally rxed She then wrapped her tear-soaked hands around his scarred,


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    Ο


    weathered hand.


    However, in the next moment, Justin furrowed his brow slightly and slowly pulled his hand out of her grasp.