The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2441

Suddenly, the woman burst into tears.

Jace’s instincts were on high alert as he observed the situation outside. When he felt it was sufficiently safe, he loosened his grip on the woman, only to find his palm damp with her tears.

Jace fixed his gaze on her teary eyes and instantly recognized her. She was the same woman who had frantically chased after him at the hospital, calling him “Hugh” as if possessed.

That could only mean one thing. She was Hugh’s mother, the mother of the fifth Young Master of the Thompson family.

Jace’s body stiffened as he straightened up abruptly and distanced himself from Mila. Every fiber of his body shook.

Inside the car, it felt as though the world had faded away, leaving a vacuum of silence.

Mila was usually calm and composed. But the moment she saw him, she did not care about anything else, unable to control her tears.

At that moment, the driver opened the door and got into the car.

“Madam Mila, I brought back the pastries you ordered for Mr. Thompson—”

Jace’s bloodshot eyes darkened. His muscles tensed, and he reached for the car door, ready to leave.

“Don’t go!” Mila cried, her tearful eyes wide as she clutched his solid arm in desperation.

Her fingers tightened with all their strength.

For the first time, Jace, a man of steel, felt a sharp sting of pain.

She could not let him go, as she feared that if she did, she would never find him again.

The driver was startled to see a bloodied man sitting beside Mila and immediately assumed the worst.

He thought this stranger was a criminal attempting to kidnap Mila. His face went pale with fear as he prepared to intervene.

However, Mila quickly stopped him. Her voice was trembling as she said, “Don’t worry, he won’t hurt me!”

Jace’s chest tightened as he slowly turned his head, staring at her with a gaze of disbelief.

He was a man who lived on the edge, his hands stained with blood. His presence alone was often enough to make children cry.

But before he could move, his vision blurred, and he collapsed into Mila’s arms.

“Hugh, Hugh! Wake up!” Mila cried, her voice filled with panic as she held him close.

The driver quickly said, “Madam Mila, look at his shoulder! It’s bleeding! He must be injured!”

Mila felt something wet and sticky in her palm. When she looked down, her hand was stained with bright, red blood!

“Hurry! Take us to the Thompson Hospital immediately!”

…

On the other side of town, Steven sped toward Savrow for the press conference.

In the passenger seat, Bella wore a sleek black suit, her crimson lips radiating confidence.

Pinned to her chest was a brooch she had designed herself. It was a golden iris encrusted with yellow gemstones.