?Chapter 2281


    The next morning, Justin suddenly woke up from his sleep. For some reason, he was drenched in cold sweat.


    His breathing wasbored as he reached for his phone, squinting to check the screen. It showed over twenty missed calls from Nigel.


    Ever since being discharged from the hospital, Justin had been dealing with lingering side effects. His head would ache every night, and he had not gotten a full night''s sleep in three or four days.


    Last night, he felt like he could not take it anymore, so he took some sleeping pills and slept through the night until morning.


    Rubbing his throbbing temples, Justin got up and was about to return Nigel''s call when he heardn''s voice outside the door.


    "Mr. Salvador, are you awake?"


    "What is it?"


    "Your grandfather is here and requests to speak with you downstairs."


    After freshening up, Justin dressed in a tailored ck suit and made his way to the living room while dialing Arnold''s number on his phone.


    Despite the unpleasant way hisst meeting with Amold had ended at the hospital, with Arnold pping him and storming off, Justin remained unfazed.


    Perhaps due to his emotional distance, he was only concerned with regaining his health enough to resume normal functioning at work.


    However, after three attempts to call Arnold, it remained off. Justin frowned slightly and put his phone away. In the living room, Gregory and Nigel were already there, and the air seemed tense.Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.


    "Grandpa, Dad," Justin greeted them, his deep ck eyes shifting toward Nigel "Grandpa, have you been looking for me? What''s the matter?"


    Nigel was extremely anxious and eximed, "Justin, something has happened to Be!"


    Justin''s expression remained indifferent, showing no trace of emotion. "What happened to Ms. Thompson?" "She was in a car ident. You need toe with me to the hospital immediately and see how she''s doing!" Nigel was anxious and had barely slept all night, the dark circles under his eyes betraying his exhaustion.


    Ian, standing nearby, turned pale with fear. His young madam, Be, was a skilled driver, practically a racecar goddess. It was unfathomable that she would be in a car ident.


    She was clearly in a fragile emotional state, consumed by her feelings for him. Ever since he left, her life had descended into chaos.


    "Is she badly injured?" Justin asked. His deep and enigmatic gaze wavered slightly, though it was fleeting.


    "I called Chairman Thompson. Be made it through surgery and is awake now. But I heard her carpletely flipped over. Her body is so delicate-can she withstand such trauma? You muste with me now to check on her!"


    "She has several brothers and her family around her. She doesn''t need me." Justin''s voice lowered as he looked down. "Besides, given my current status, visiting her wouldn''t be appropriate."


    Whenn heard this, his face grew even paler, his heart sinking.


    "Justin! What nonsense are you spouting? That''s Be! The girl you cherished so much that you cried in front of me, begging her toe back to you! How can you be so heartless now? You''re breaking my heart!"


    Nigel''s eyes turned red with anger, and he mmed his cane hard against the floor. "Are you so sick in the head that you''ve lost all humanity? Be has sacrificed so much for you, yet you won''t even visit her? Do you still call yourself a man?"


    Justin felt his chest tighten. His expression was distant and cold as he responded, "Grandpa, Be and I have ended our rtionship. Continuing to hold onto the past will only cause her more pain."


    Just as Nigel was about to respond, Gregory chimed in coldly, "Dad, let them go their separate ways. I don''t see why that''s such a problem."


    Nigel''s face turned red with anger. "You-!"


    Gregory continued, "In the past, they loved each other and went through a lot together. I didn''t have anything to say about it back then. But now that Justin no longer loves Ms. Thompson, why must you make him suffer? You can''t force someone to feel affection if it''s not there anymore."


    Gregory took a deep breath, his gaze firm. "Moreover, I think Ms. Thompson never truly loved Justin as much as you think. Maybe she loved him, but I believe she loved herself even more. If she truly cared for him, how could she allow him to repeatedly put his life in danger? How could she bear to see him face such risks without thinking about the fact that he, too, has a family who worries about him? What would we do if something happened to him? Has she ever spared a thought for that?"


    "You... Ah!" Nigel was at a loss for words, his nose stinging and throat tightening. Perhaps his old age had slowed his reactions, but this was the first time he could not find the right thing to say


    Meanwhile, Justin stood tall and proud, like an unmovable mountain, his demeanor cold and distant. Yet as he took in the words, something deep within him stirred painfully, his fingers curling slightly at his sides.