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!"

greeting." Drew's eyes curved with a smile

that this man must be another one of Bella's

she raised as her top priority was now at the bottom of the pyramid after being together with Bella.

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

anxious. "Not me.

with a few steps. "What happened? Where's my sister?!" Justin's eyelashes fluttered, and he found it hard to explain. He

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 lips

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

for

and kneeled by

medicine. Hold on a little longer. Do you want water? Where

as she

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