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

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

her off. “And

she repeated, “Why should

if to say something, but Sierra

not your biological daughter. I don’t owe you anything. If you want to talk about repaying you for raising me,

believe Sierra was really going

say. You weren’t like this before. But looking into Sierra’s icy eyes,

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

to Yulia. “Like I said, you have two

and file for divorce. Two, keep living like this until

hesitated for a long time before finally whispering, “Can

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

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

wrapped around Sierra’s throat like a curse, making it

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48 Ne Sympathy

Finished

“Enough!”

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

She was done.

been the one who made

she regretted even

like Yulia would

police arrived quickly, sparing Sierra from enduring