The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 8

Chapter 8 Suffering

lives or dies has nothing to do with us. Don’t call me again!” So… this was all because of him? Guilt crashed over him. He hadn’t known. Back then, it had taken him months to stabilize the stock. By the time things settled, Sierra had already been in prison for months. That was when he remembered to handle things. Yes, he had arranged for things to be taken care of. Thinking of that, he immediately said, “Didn’t I tell you to take care of her? How did this still happen? I even told you to check on her—how did you not know?” His expression was sharp, full of accusation. Cameron quickly explained, “I was going to visit Miss Xander… but Miss Denise asked if she could go instead. She wanted to see her sister. So, I gave her the slot.” He continued, “Only one person is allowed to visit at a time. So, I handed over the things to Miss Denise and asked her to pass them on to Warden Watson.” “Denny?” Bradley was stunned. Denise had visited Sierra? She never mentioned it. And if she had gone, why hadn’t she told them how bad things were for Sierra? His mind was a mess. But right now, he couldn’t worry about why Denise was involved. He could only think about Sierra’s cold, indifferent expression from earlier. Guilt twisted in his gut. “Get to the hospital.” He could still fix this. He would find the best doctors. He would personally take care of it. At the same time, Sierra’s post had received many replies. As expected, there weren’t many labs in Lin City with the equipment she needed—let alone anyone willing to rent one out. Some people had kindly left suggestions, saying that The Xander Group had the best lab in the city. They even mentioned Mr. Evan from The Xander Group, who also taught at the university. Apparently, he was easy to talk to. Sierra let out a mocking laugh. Evan? Easy to talk to?That was the biggest lie in the world. That man always put on an air of refined politeness, but underneath it, he was arrogant and insufferable. Besides, she had no intention of asking Evan for help. Just then, her phone vibrated. A private message. From someone she actually knew—Misty. They had never met in person, but they had exchanged messages many times. More than once, Misty had helped