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!"

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

that this

was now at the bottom of the pyramid

I'll get the medicine for you

gaze was anxious. "Not me.

rushed to Justin with a few steps. "What happened? Where's my sister?!" Justin's eyelashes fluttered, and he

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 here.

dry

hearing it, Drew felt bitter and cast a displeased glance at the man behind him, who looked guilty

calling for you. Come

by the bed, gently

get the medicine. Hold on a little longer. Do you want water? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Should we go

as she shook

you see she's burning