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.

killed and not giving him money will also get

Yulia’s eyes. “There’s a third option–if you just gave me some money, he wouldn’t

off.

stunned gaze, she repeated, “Why should I give you

her mouth as if to say something, but

your biological daughter. I don’t owe you anything. If you want to talk

She couldn’t believe Sierra was really going to

before. But looking into Sierra’s icy eyes, she couldn’t get the

phone again. “Yes, it’s a domestic violence case.

turned to Yulia. “Like I said, you have

abuse and file for divorce. Two, keep

long time before finally whispering, “Can

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

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

like a curse, making it hard to

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Finished

“Enough!”

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

She was done.

the one who made the call, she would

even dialing

like Yulia would never be

quickly, sparing Sierra