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."

the car door opened, the first thing she saw was a pair of

She instinctively shrank back. Those high heels were from a brand she used to love. Now, she could only look on with envy.

her courage, Bethany climbed into the

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

tears inexplicably welled up in her eyes and started

drastic change in her life and the sudden diagnosis of a terminal illness. After receiving this unexpected

quickly handed her a tissue, full

nose. "May I ask who

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

"Gold...?"

smile, Bethany sniffed. "I used to know someone really annoying

that so? What

The woman's smile deepened.

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 to help you and do something