The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 48

Chapter 48 No Sympathy Left

Sierra stared at Yulia expressionlessly and asked, “How do you want me to save you?“

Yulia’s gaze flickered, unable to meet Sierra’s eyes. She just kept mumbling over and over again that she was going to be beaten to death.

Sierra felt her body heating up, her headache worsening. She didn’t have the time or patience to deal with Yulia’s nonsense. Irritated, she said. “If you’re not going to say anything. I’m leaving.”

She had only come to confirm that Yulia was still alive.

Hearing that, Yulia quickly blurted out. “Sierra, give me some money. As long as I have money, he’ll stop

Sierra wasn’t surprised. This was how Yulia had survived all these years–constantly trying to smooth things over.

Even if it meant getting beaten to death, she would never fight back.

Sierra pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

“Hello, I’d like to report domestic violence.”

Yulia, who had been desperately pleading, froze. The moment she heard Sierra’s words, she lunged for the phone. “No! You can’t call the police! He’ll kill me–he will kill me!”

Then go ahead and die.”

Sierra’s voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.

Yulia stared at her in shock, unable to believe that these words had come from her once soft–hearted daughter.

get you killed and not giving him money will also get you killed,

eyes. “There’s a third option–if you just gave me

cut her off. “And why

stunned gaze, she repeated, “Why should I give

to say something, but Sierra continued before she

daughter. I don’t owe you anything. If you want to talk about repaying you for raising me, the five million should

Sierra was really

to say. You weren’t like this before. But looking into

didn’t waste any more time. She spoke into the phone again. “Yes, it’s a domestic violence

hanging up, she turned to Yulia. “Like

him for domestic abuse and file for divorce. Two, keep living like

before finally whispering, “Can I really get divorced? What

didn’t answer and simply closed her eyes, trying to ease the

to let go. “Sierra, you have to help me. I don’t know what to do. If he doesn’t agree, I’m done for And even if I leave him, what then? Where will I live? What will

Sierra’s throat like a curse, making it

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Finished

“Enough!”

voice seas hoarse as she said, “Figure it out yourself. Or go ask your precious

She was done.

made the call, she would

she regretted even dialing the

Yulia would never be worth

sparing