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.

find Dickson today, she might have

ready to die along

who had done wrong, he shouldn’t be

money for her mother and brother, to get out and see them sooner. But in the end, all that

Dickson was already awake. Seeing them, a flash of

There’s no need to feel ashamed. You did nothing wrong.

Daphine was sent to prison, he had been just

16–year–old boy had borne everything on his shoulders. Too young to work legally, he had survived by scavenging through garbage to support himself and

age, he worked many jobs. But without a diploma or skills, his

expenses, so not long ago, he had gone

did. He earned several times more than

what

thought enduring a beating would be the worst of it. He never imagined he would be subjected to nearly half a month

he thought of

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

67 An

worse than a stray dog on

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

Finished

back anymore. At first, silent tears fell. Then he broke into full, unrestrained sobs. Years of suppressed emotion finally burst

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

now on, you can think of me as your sister. I only