The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Is it Ms. Bethany Salvador?"

In a foreign land, hearing her native language made Bethany slowly stop crying. She lifted her tear-soaked, swollen face.

The man before her was dressed impeccably in a suit but was completely unfamiliar to her.

"How do you know me?"

Bethany suddenly kneeled before him, devoid of dignity, clasping her hands together as she wept and pleaded, "Are you... Are you someone my father sent to help me? Please... Take me back to Savrow. I can't stay in this hellhole for another day! I'm sick-very sick! If I don't get treatment, I won't survive! How could my father abandon his own daughter to die?!"

The man remained expressionless. "I'm sorry, Ms. Salvador, but I'm not sent by your father."

Bethany slumped back down, her expression a mix of disappointment and despair.

"However, someone does want to see you."

luxurious car. As the car door opened, the first thing she saw

at her own ragged clothes, feeling a wave of shame. She instinctively shrank back. Those high heels were from a brand she used to love. Now, she could only look on with envy. The man said gently, "Ms. Salvador,

courage, Bethany

delicate, smiling features exuded a warm, comforting presence. Bethany felt an instant surge of goodwill

her hand, tears inexplicably welled up in her

her landlord and her thuggish neighbor, beaten down by the drastic change in her

handed her a tissue,

"May I ask who you are?

slightly. "You can call me Ms. Gold. I'm also

"Gold...?"

sniffed. "I used to know someone really annoying with that last name. But you are much prettier and kinder than

so?

The woman's smile deepened.

I knew of you, Ms. Salvador. As the daughter of the Salvador family, you were quite the sensation. I was at the hospital for business today and saw you by chance. Seeing your current situation made me curious, so I followed you to learn more. As a fellow Savrow native, I want