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The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1240
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Gregory said, "That miscarriage left Bella unable to conceive again! Do you really want such a woman to marry Justin? Justin is the sole hope for the Salvadors' future. If you let him marry Bella, who will inherit our trillion-dollar family business?! Bethany and Carrie? Are they capable of handling this responsibility?! Justin felt as though his heart had undergone another devastating blow.

"H-How is that possible?" Nigel was utterly bewildered, as if his heart were dripping blood.

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"That's her personal problem. Why should the entire Salvador family suffer for it?! She can only blit on her bad luck and lack of blessings!" "That's not the truth!" Suddenly, damp with sweat, Matt rushed forward and exclaimed loudly. "It's nothing like what you've described!" The three Salvador men were dumbfounded.

Matt had been with the Salvadors for over thirty years. He was known for his calm and gentle personality and for always being thorough and meticulous in his work. It was unprecedented for him to act so impulsively.

"Uncle Matt, do you know something?" Justin quickly picked up on his reluctance to speak and asked urgently, tears welling in his eyes, "You know something about it, don't you?!" Matt tightly shut his eyes, tears of guilt streaming down his face.

In the next moment, with a sudden thud, he dropped to his knees before them.

"Uncle Matt!" "Matt!" Nigel was both shocked and concerned, forcefully slapping his thigh. "Get up now! What's the matter? Why are you doing this?!" Justin hurried forward to help Matt up, but Matt remained stubbornly on his knees.

“It's all my fault... It's all my fault. I should've spoken up sooner. If I had, Ms. Thompson and Young Master Justin wouldn't be in this situation now..." Matt choked back tears as he spoke intermittently, "Back then... I was present when Ms. Thompson had a miscarriage." Justin's pupils quivered as he exclaimed, "What did you say? You were there?!" "Matt! What's going on?! Why were you there?!" Nigel's heart raced with anxiety, his throat burning with impatience. "You're usually so articulate. Why are you hesitating now? Tell us about it now!" "It was the car accident... It was all because of that car accident!" Matt thought to himself, 'I'm sorry, Young Madam. I can't keep this secret for you any longer.' "C-Car accident?" Justin's mind raced, suddenly remembering the incident. It was almost three years ago.

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When Justin returned from abroad, he found out that his grandfather was in the hospital due to an accident, yet Bella was not there to care for him. She had disappeared for a while, claiming there were family matters to attend to.

"Christmas... Was it that Christmas?!" Nigel immediately grasped the connection.

Matt nodded heavily, his choked words difficult to express. "On Christmas three years ago, et Chairman Salvador and Young Master Justin, along with the Young Ladies, were all away from Savrow... Only Ms. Thompson braved the snowstorm to accompany you for the holiday..." Suddenly, Justin felt a tightening sensation in his chest, as if the air around him had becthin, making it hard for him to catch his breath.

You said you wanted to visit Old Madam Deborah, so Ms. Thompson both Irove you there. Later, you vent to the seaside, where you and Old Madam Deborah went on dates vhen you were young... It was supposed to be a beautiful day. But 'ou two got into an accident on the vay back." ¡wTears streamed down Matt's face as he continued, "Ms. Thompson was also injured and did everything she could to get you to the hospital. Then, she started experiencing severe abdominal pain. And then... I watched helplessly as... Blood flowed from under her skirt..." "My poor Anna! Why were you so naive?!" Nigel lamented, shaking his head repeatedly in remorse with tears in his eyes.