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.

giving him money will also

option–if you just gave

her off. “And why should

gaze, she repeated, “Why

if to say something, but Sierra continued before she

you want to talk about repaying you for raising me, the

Sierra

You weren’t like this before. But looking into Sierra’s icy eyes, she couldn’t get the words

any more time. She spoke into the phone again. “Yes, it’s a domestic violence case.

to Yulia. “Like I said,

domestic abuse and file for divorce. Two, keep

whispering, “Can

getting worse. She didn’t answer and simply closed her eyes, trying

refusing 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

throat like a

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Finished

“Enough!”

hoarse as she said, “Figure it out yourself.

She was done.

one who made the call, she would have left

even dialing

would never be worth

arrived quickly, sparing Sierra from enduring