The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1980

Bella's face suddenly darkened. "Mr. Grant, whether I can or want to have children is my private matter. Your concern is unnecessary."

"As Justin's elder brother, I know him well. I know he loves kids. His care for Carrie when we were younger showed his fatherly nature. Even if he doesn't say it, I know he would love to have a child with you."

Bella's breath hitched, and a wave of pain swept through her heart.

"Perhaps I'm overstepping the boundaries, but everything I do is for your happiness." Grant spoke softly and earnestly. "If you follow through with the treatment and your condition gets better, Justin will be happy, and you won't have any regrets, too. Isn't that right? I'll have everything arranged once I return. You can come for the treatment anytime."

With that, he turned to leave.

"I won't go." Bella's voice was cold and determined. "Being with Justin is more than enough for me. Besides, not every woman in this world wants to be a mother. For instance, I don't. I'm still a child at heart, and now I'm the heir to KS Group, busy dealing with countless issues daily. I don't have time to raise a child. From now on, you don't need to worry about such matters."

Grant's lips curled slightly as he left the balcony in his wheelchair.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

After going a short distance, he slowed down, his eyes narrowing as he glanced back into the shadows behind him.

After Grant left, Bella stood alone on the windy balcony. However, she did not feel the chill.

At this moment, her heart felt colder than anything.

If she could, she would certainly want to have a child with the man she loved most.

If someone else had offered help, she might have considered it. But the person who offered to help was none other than Grant.

The last time she had even the slightest interaction with him, Justin felt extremely anxious about it. Accepting Grant's help would only cause more pain for Justin...

Bella stood with her arms crossed, gazing at the bleak scenery in the distance, lost in thought.

Suddenly, she felt a warm embrace from behind and turned around in surprise.

"Justin?"

Justin wrapped his suit around her, pulling her deeply into his arms from behind.

His sharp jaw rested against her neck. Their faces pressed together as they bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. It was a scene of intense, beautiful affection.

"Bella..." Justin's voice was hushed and full of sorrow.

"What's wrong?" Bella placed her hands over his, which was resting gently on her slender waist.

"I don't want a child, Bella... I really don't."

Bella's eyes widened, her heart pounding. "You heard everything earlier..."

"Don't believe what he says. I've never cared about whether or not you can have a child, not in the past,

and not now." Justin's voice grew muffled, his chest aching with pain. "I only need you. Having you is enough for me."

"I know. You've said that many times." Her tone was light and reassuring.

"But if one day you do want a child, you have to tell me. I'm willing to try any method for you, even if it means asking my big brother for help..."

"I thought the same, too." Bella smiled softly, understandingly. "If you ever want a child, don't hide it from me. No matter what it takes, I'll be willing to try."

As time passed, besides managing the current situation with the Hoffman Group, Ryan moved into the hospital. He dedicated himself to caring for Carrie as much as possible.

Companionship and love were truly the best medicine for everything.

Though sadness lingered, Carrie gradually emerged from the shadows, responding well to treatment. She no longer needed a wheelchair and could stroll in the hospital garden, soaking up the sunshine. However, she still could not speak.

During this period, Arnold conducted several examinations. Yet, he still could not restore her ability to speak.

One day, after he finished tending to Carrie, Ryan walked out of the ward carrying a basin of water and accidentally ran into Arnold.

"Dr. Larson."

"Hehe, you're getting quite skilled at caring for her. Your movements are more nimble than the caregivers now." Arnold's eyes narrowed into a smile of satisfaction.

"There's still a long way to go. I need to learn a lot more. I'm committed to caring for her for the rest of my life," Ryan replied with a slightly naive smile, genuinely content.

Arnold pressed his lips together. "I'm sorry. Despite all this time, I still haven't managed to get Carrie to speak."

"It's alright."

"Although it's hard to talk about this, I must tell you that you should prepare for the possibility that Carrie may never be able to speak again."

As a doctor, Arnold could not hide his guilt. "However, there is still a chance she might recover in the future, though I can't say when that might be."

"It's okay. I know you've done your best, Dr. Larson. No matter what happens to her, I'll stay by her side." "Chairman Hoffman!" Dean hurried over from the other end of the hallway. "There's something you need to know."

Seeing that they needed to speak privately, Arnold took his leave.

Dean's expression was somber as he lowered his voice. "Just now, the Terranova police contacted me. They found Zoe's body on a mountain the day before yesterday. She had been dead for five days."