The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 187

Chapter 187 When the Mask Slips

It was hard to believe that the youngest professor, acclaimed as a genius in his field, had once been a mercenary.

Clearly, the word refined had nothing to do with Jonathan, how blind had I been before?

Seeing her look of regret, Jonathan cheerfully said. “It’s okay; my family doesn’t even know. Besides, your judgment has improved a lot since then; at least, I’m sure I’m not a scumbag who cheats!”

Sierra, still in shock, couldn’t help but laugh at his comment:

In such an atmosphere, they arrived at the police station. They were interrogated separately. Although Sierra was worried, she recounted the events truthfully without exaggeration.

There were surveillance cameras, and with the uproar on the internet, everyone knew what had started the conflict. Thus, as the victim, Sierra was quickly finished.

“Officer, what about Yaron?”

“The man who interrogated me mentioned that Yaron is in the hospital. He’s dealing with multiple fractures, including a

particularly severe comminuted fracture in the finger joints of his right hand.

Even if he recovered, he wouldn’t be as agile as before.

“Can I press charges against him? I want to accuse him

We would have done so regardless. He attacked with a knife; the severity of his actions warrants it. Once his condition stabilizes a bit, we’ll bring

“Thank you,” she said.

not to inquire about Jonathan’s situation. She anxiously waited in the lobby, and

“How did it go!”

Sierra quickly approached him

fine, everything’s

been hurt. He just kicked once, but it was Yaron’s

the knife again. At that moment, he was facing away from the cameras, and no one could tell if Yaron really was going for

didn’t know these details and sighed lightly. “Let’s go, let’s

finished cooking when they had to come here. As they talked and walked out, they

been detained long ago, but due to her health, it had been delayed until now. The hospital had just cleared her, and they were

attire, much thinner than before, exhausted, with unkempt hair–far from the

paused, then her eyes filled

your fault! You made me like this; are you happy now? I should never have been soft–hearted; I should have paid to have you die

point, Denise no longer hid her true nature, her once

She truly despised Sierra!

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