The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 115

Chapter 115 The Cost of Caring

Shane’s moods were unpredictable, swinging wildly without warning. Just then, Sierra heard Shane mention Jonathan.

“I thought you might align with that poor Mr. Yeager, Oh wait, he might not be poor.”

Clearly. Jonathan’s background was no minor detail if even Shane couldn’t dig up his family history.

Hearing Jonathan’s name made Sierra instantly on guard, “This has nothing to do with Mr. Yeager.”

Shane’s smirk straightened into a line, then curled up again, “So, you’ve quickly found someone new to protect?”

He raised his left hand, bending his fingers one by one. “Your grandma, Jonathan, oh, and that boy who almost got played to death. Haven’t you learned anything in three years inside? The more you care, the more you lose in the end. Haven’t I taught you that? Why can’t you understand?”

Shane’s words dragged Sierra back into painful memories.

Back then, she was targeted by everyone, alone and isolated. When a new inmate arrived–always a prime target for bullying

-Sierra saw her former self in them. She couldn’t help but reach out, which only made her a bigger target.

to give up, but seeing that young girl stripped and mistreated,

from one such

released from the hospital, she never

she saw her in those

had used her ruthlessly. The video showed her alive at the end, but

to her.

arm and he spoke slowly, “Did you know? They found inmate 00065 and told her if she could provoke you into reacting, they’d let her go. So, she

knew what Shane wanted to see–a look of disappointment, regret, even tears, but she refused

her composure, Shane’s eyes gradually grew colder, and he snapped, “You really don’t

mood didn’t improve. Sierra was the most stubborn person he’d encountered; no

was just increasingly disagreeable.

he thought of Dickson–an easy target, rootless and insignificant, someone whose disappearance would go

old lady wouldn’t last much longer. He

years in prison, he had been trying to identify who it was.

of Jonathan’s reputation but didn’t care much, as geniuses were a dime a dozen

him.

a red flag, signaling that he