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.

she hadn’t gone to find Dickson today, she might have heard of his death

ready to die

who had done

like Daphne. She had only wanted to earn a little money for her mother and brother, to get

entered, Dickson was already awake. Seeing them, a flash

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

19. When Daphine was sent to prison, he

shoulders. Too young to work legally, he had survived

a diploma or skills,

medical expenses, so not long ago, he

did. He earned several times

he also saw what true darkness

beating would be the worst of it. He

But whenever he thought

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

67 An

worse than a

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

Finished

first, silent tears fell. Then he broke into full, unrestrained sobs. Years

lifted a

had finished venting, she finally said. “From now on, you can think of me as your sister. I only have my grandma, so from now on, the three