The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 67

Chapter 67 An Unfamiliar Emotion

The mp derous intent in Dickson’s eyes had been unmistakable. Thinking about what his adwordinates had uncovered. Jonathan had a rough idea of what choice Dickson would make

Before Sierra could grasp the meaning behind Jonathan’s words, the doctor emerged. His expression was grim as he spoke directly, “If he’s your friend, I suggest you call the police

The voice carried a trace of anger as he continued, “This is nothing short of inhumane torture. I can’t believe that in this day and age, a human could still be treated like this?

A feeling stirred in Sierra’s heart. She asked, ‘Can I see his report?”

The doctor handed her Dickson’s medical report. She flipped open a page, and the words on it stung her eyes.

Ruptured spleen, oral injuries, rectal prolapse, foreign object retention, hite marks, whip wounds….

She couldn’t keep reading Snapping the report shut, she felt as though another Daphne was reaching out to her for help

She lowered her head without speaking, but the aura around her made those nearby deeply uncomfortable,

Jonathan didn’t like seeing Sierra like this. He suddenly placed a hand on her shoulder, “Do you want to save him? I’ll help your

Ten minutes later, Sierra and Jonathan entered the hospital room. By then, Sierra had regained her composure.

Jonathan’s words had pulled her back from that suffocating darkness, and she finally understood what he had meant earlier.

Dickson today, she might have heard of his death

ready to die along with those

who had done wrong, he

wanted to earn a little money for her mother and brother, to get out and see

Dickson was already awake. Seeing them, a flash of lumiliation

spoke slowly. There’s no need to feel ashamed. You did nothing wrong. They are the real

Daphine was sent to prison, he had been just

on his shoulders. Too young to work legally, he had survived by

came of age, he worked many jobs. But without a diploma or skills, his job options were limited to waiting tables or

ago,

He earned

what

thought enduring a beating would be the worst of it. He never imagined

But whenever he thought of his mother, he forced

knew that if he died, his disabled mother wouldn’t survive either. He told himself that at the very least, he had to be there.

67 An

filthy, worse than a

him that it wasn’t his fault. The real monsters

Finished

first, silent tears fell. Then he

cry, her eyes reddening. She lifted a hand gently patting his shoulder without a

she finally said. “From now on, you can think of me as your sister. I only