The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Drew's hands were casually in his pockets. He tilted his head and asked, "Is Bella here?"

Wilma sized him up. "Are you my Young Madam's friend?"

"No."

Wilma suddenly thought of something, and her eyes widened warily. "Oh! You aren't Young Madam's admirer, are you? Could you be Young Master Justin's love rival?!" After all, she knew all the men who would come to the villa to see Bella, but she did not recognize this one.

"Tsk."

Drew smirked, raising his brow teasingly. "If I were Bella's admirer, what chance would Justin have? Your Young Master would be out of the game long ago!"

What an arrogant brat!

Furious, Wilma was about to speak when Justin's anxious voice came from behind. "Aunt Wilma, do we have fever medicine?!"

At the same time, he saw Drew standing outside the door. His eyes lit up. "Drew!"

sweet greeting." Drew's eyes curved with a smile as

open, finally realizing that this man must be another one

Young Master she raised as her top priority was now at the bottom of the pyramid after

Justin, are you sick? I'll get the medicine for you

anxious. "Not

Drew's heart tightened, and he immediately rushed to Justin with a few steps. "What happened? Where's my sister?!" Justin's

took off his trench coat and threw it aside, afraid of bringing the cold air from outside to his sick sister. He sat on the bedside and called out gently, "Bella? Bella? I'm

anyone else. Her dry lips parted slightly

cast a displeased glance at the

for you.

and kneeled by

Hold on a little longer. Do you want water?

nose twitched as she shook

talking for a second? Can't you see she's burning up? Her mind