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.

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

been ready to die along

one who had done wrong, he shouldn’t be the one to

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

Seeing them, a flash of lumiliation crossed

feel ashamed. You did nothing wrong. They

19. When Daphine was sent to prison,

shoulders. Too young to work legally, he had survived by scavenging through

diploma or skills, his job

wages weren’t enough to cover his mother’s medical expenses, so not long ago, he had gone to that clubs. A friend had told him

earned several times

also saw what

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

wanted to die. But whenever he thought of his

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

67 An

than a stray dog

moment, someone was telling him that it wasn’t his fault. The

Finished

At first, silent tears fell. Then he broke

reddening. She lifted a hand gently patting his shoulder without

me as your sister. I only have my grandma, so from now on, the three of us will be family. The past is in the