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 as he walked

mouth hung slightly open, finally realizing that this man must

Master she raised as her top priority was now at the

Justin, are you sick? I'll

was anxious. "Not

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

his trench coat and threw it aside, afraid of bringing the cold air from outside to his sick sister. He sat

did not sense anyone else. Her dry lips parted slightly as

displeased glance at the

for you. Come serve

over and kneeled by the bed, gently caressing her

get the medicine. Hold on a little longer.

Bella's nose twitched as she shook her

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