The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 185

Chapter 185 Crushed Bones and Cold Hearts

He lifted his foot and stomped down on Yaron’s hand. The fine hand–crafted leather shoe pressed down slightly, eliciting a heart–wrenching scream from Yaron.

“Ah! My hand, my hand!”

He felt as if several of his finger bones were crushed. Jonathan, however, seemed deaf to his cries, his eyes cold as he twisted his foot, grinding it in further. Yaron was in so much pain he couldn’t even speak.

Sierra snapped back to reality and quickly got up to pull Jonathan away. “Jonathant”

Jonathan looked terrifying in that moment, startling her.

“What?” Jonathan turned to look at Sierra, his expression calm, as if he had just stepped on an ant instead of breaking someone’s fingers.

Yes, that was the feeling. Sterra felt as if the Jonathan before her was from another world, seemingly devoid of human emotion. This version of Jonathan frightened her inexplicably.

Suddenly, Sierra blurted out, “Jonathan, I’m hurt!”

The fierce air around Jonathan vanished in an instant due to Sierra’s words, a flicker of worry crossing his eyes, “Are you

hurt?”

that Yaron’s knife hadn’t reached Sierra before he acted against

hospital,” Jonathan said, opening

being heavily hit by Yaron just moments before, the car door showed no signs of damage, just some

the passenger seat and quickly started the car. As for Yaron,

drive, Jonathan sped along

jaw was clenched, lipis pressed tightly together, slightly downturned from

contradictions. Mornents ago, he had regarded Yaron with the indifference one might show a pest,

killed Yaron. Back then, he was so detached, but now, the same

she spoke up, “Mr. Yeager,

her, frowning. “We’ll check at

might not show on the surface but could

like, trust

Sierra’s words, Jonathan felt

I want to go

at her, assessing her condition. Seeing that she indeed

they got out of the car, Sierra suddenly asked,

would I? There are