The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1850

"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."

clearly and consumed by hopelessness, Bethany followed the man to a luxurious car. As the car door opened, the first thing she saw was a pair

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.

Bethany climbed into the

exuded a warm, comforting presence. Bethany felt an instant surge of goodwill toward her. "Hello, Ms. Salvador, it's a pleasure to meet you," the woman said as she extended her hand

tears inexplicably welled up in her eyes and

bullied by her landlord and her thuggish neighbor, beaten down by the drastic change in her life and the sudden diagnosis of a terminal

woman quickly handed her

nose. "May I ask who you are? How

can call me Ms. Gold. I'm also from

"Gold...?"

to know someone really annoying with that last name. But you

so? What a

The woman's smile deepened.

was at the hospital for business today and saw you by chance. Seeing your current situation made

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