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.

not giving him money

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

off.

Yulia’s stunned gaze, she repeated, “Why should I

say something, but Sierra continued

If you want to talk about repaying you for raising me, the five million should have

was speechless. She couldn’t believe Sierra was really going to

like this before. But looking into

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

she turned to Yulia. “Like I said, you have

file for divorce. Two, keep living like this until he eventually kills

for a long time before finally whispering, “Can

answer and simply closed her eyes,

he doesn’t agree, I’m done for And even if I leave

throat like a curse, making

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Finished

“Enough!”

as she said, “Figure it out yourself. Or go ask your precious daughter

She was done.

the one who made the call, she would

even dialing

like Yulia would never be

arrived quickly, sparing Sierra from