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

mouth hung slightly open, finally realizing that this man

now at the bottom of the pyramid

Justin, are you sick? I'll get

gaze was anxious. "Not me.

a fever?!" Drew's heart tightened, and he immediately rushed to Justin with a few steps. "What happened? Where's my sister?!" Justin's eyelashes fluttered, and he found it hard to explain. He could

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. How are you

not sense anyone else. Her dry lips parted slightly

it, Drew felt bitter and cast a displeased glance at the man behind him,

for you.

walked over and kneeled by the bed,

the medicine. Hold on a little longer. Do you want

nose twitched as

talking for a second? Can't you see she's