The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 895 Let’s Walt a Little Longer for Justice

The scooter roared, Kate stood still lost in thought.

At the Wilsons, the people who had come to apologize had left. No one dared to speak ill of Leanne again. The truth had finally come to light, but it was too late.

Budd was shackled to the bed by the Invisible threads of the Epoch Collection. Leanne couldn’t see them, but as Budd’s wife, she noticed some subtle differences with Budd. It wasn’t just the fever.

Budd used to be cheerful. No matter how much he suffered at work or how many overtime hours he had to put in, his eyes were always bright whenever he came home.

Budd had always protected his family. He had always believed that as long as their family stayed together, there was hope for a better future no matter how tough things were.

But since Dulcie’s death, Budd’s eyes had become dull.

He insisted that something was fishy about Dulcie’s death and tried to investigate, but he faced hurdles everywhere he turned and was even driven away by others.

Leanne looked at Budd, who was crying even in his sleep. That was when she noticed that most of his hair had grayed.

It starkly contrasted with his return from the military. Although Budd had a leg injury, he had been full of spirit back then.

you’re in pain. I’m here with you for what happened to Dulcie. If we can’t get justice, I’ll join you in seeking revenge,” Leanne softly muttered.

had no idea how she could get the topic to

gossip about Leanne behind her back, Leanne questioned if she was the

was. Not only was her family poor, but she was talentless as well.

had considered joining Dulcié in death, but she couldn’t leave Budd

and held him close. Budd, let’s wait a little longer for

he heard Leanne’s words. The glow on the

subsided,

on the South–West corner calmed. The worshiped dragon was amazed by the scene. It couldn’t help but sigh. No

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mountains, opened his eyes suddenly. He frowned in dissatisfaction, annoyed by the

West corner.

was hoarse with age. There was a faint trace of

bed through the layers of veil. “Mr. Quinnell, I’m here. Are you hungry? I’ll get the kitchen to send your

soup.”