The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 102

Chapter 102 A Debt of Gratitude

Thank you. Mr. Jonathan. You saved him?”

Serra looked at Jonathan her eyes filed with gratitude.

Toh might have been just a small gesture, but to her, it had changed Dickson’s entire future.

Jonathan shrugged. As long as you don’t think I was meddling”

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*had noticed something of about Dickson earlier, but instead of following him right away, he had stayed home for a bit, thinking things through In the end, he decided to drive to Dynasty Club.

It wasn’t an impulsive decision–he had weighed the risks. If Dickson got himself into trouble, Sierra would be devastated,

that would inevitably slow down the progress of her research.

Jonathan didn’t like things slipping out of his control, so he stepped in before it was too late.

Of course, he wasn’t going to tell Sierra any of this. He found that he actually liked the way she trusted him completely and “genuinely thanked him.

Just then, the hospital room door opened, and a doctor stepped out. Seeing the two of them, he frowned. “What’s your

relationship with the patient?”

quickly stepped forward. “He’s my

assessing whether she was really Dickson’s sister. After a brief

the authorities. His injuries are extensive–there are signs of physical abuse, burns, even whip marks. The worst wounds are in sensitive areas. He’s

a long moment to

night, but since he hadn’t shown much pain, she assumed it wasn’t too

doctor left, darkness filled Sierra’s eyes. She bit her lower hip so hard it started to

let out a quiet sigh. Without thinking, he reached out and did something even he didn’t expect–he brushed his thumb

“You’re bleeding. Let go

that was uniquely his. The unexpected touch made

had ever done was hold her hand to lead her somewhere. This was the first time he had touched her like this. She

lingered in the air for a moment. He glanced down at his thumb, now stained with her

sure why he had done that. He just knew that seeing her like this–so teuse, so lost in her own emotions–was

last thing he needs is

waiting for a response, he pushed

just

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suddenly felt like she was

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she sat down beside his bed. Just as the doctor had said, even in sleep, he was restless- his brows furrowed,