Chapter 437 The Person Who Saved Her
However, Issac didn't say a word to LIa. Even if he lost all the valuable things at home, he didn't say a word.
Every time he saw her, he was all smiles.
Later, Lia learned that every time the other party came to him for an explanation, he would slap himself.
He wouldn't stop until the other party stopped pursuing the matter.
At that time, he said that when he had money in the future, he would retaliate against those people who had made him suffer before.
At that time, she was very touched by Issac's gesture. Perhaps no one in this world would be this kind to her apart from Issac.
So she tried her best to get the permission of the family to let Issac marry into the Ethanbez Family.
In the end, Elicia could not withstand her stubbornness and agreed in the end.
After getting married, he really went to those people and beat all of them up one by one, basking in the glory of the Ethanbez family.
At that time, they got into an argument after Lia found out about it. She blamed him for ruining the reputation of the Ethanbez Group.
At that time, he didn't say anything. He just lowered his head and stood motionless.
He did not explain, nor did he quarrel with Lia.
Later,Lia realized that he only hated those people for looking down on him.
He cared too much about these. At that time, she still felt that it was wrong for him to think so. The more he cared, the more people would think that the Ethanbez Family was out of his reach.
She thought, if time could go back and she was given another choice.
She would never scold him. Instead, she would only go with him at that time and get back at those people who had humiliated Issac before.
But now, he was gone!
Everything had lost its meaning.
He was a jerk, a gambler and a good-for-nothing, but he was still the man that she loved the most!
Although she had been supporting the Everett Family over the years, Issac had indeed done a lot of things for the Ethanbez Family!
If it wasn't for the fact that he was secretly working for Elicia, helping the Ethanbez Family to resolve the problems that they would never be able to interfere with on the surface, the Ethanbez family would not have become what they were today.
Why did their fates end up like this?
Why did those people do all kinds of bad deeds, but still be able to continue to enjoy their lives?
Just because he was a person of lesser status? Why?
She thought about it and cried. At the end, there was no more tears in her eyes. She could only sit there and vomit dryly in pain.
At this moment, there came the sound of footsteps. A pair of bright leather shoes stopped in front of her.
She was stunned for a moment before she looked up.
The sun was very bright. When she looked up, her eyes were stung by the sunlight. She couldn't help squinting, so she couldn't see the man's appearance clearly. She only saw that he was wearing a black hat.
He wore a clean, black casual outfit and put his hands in the pockets of his pants casually. He lifted head and looked down his nose at Lia, as if he was patronizing her.
"Tsk. I can't believe the heiress of the Ethanbez Family has been thrown on the street by someone like this. How pathetic!"
The man opened his mouth, and his voice was as clear and warm.
Even though he was being sarcastic, he still carried an indescribable charm which people would find it hard to resist.
"Who are you?" Lia asked.
"I'm here to save you."
"Save me?"
"Yes, I'm going to save you!"
After that, the man smiled at her faintly. Then, he turned around and walked straight to a black Bentley parked beside him, leaving her behind.
Lia was still stunned there. She didn't react until a long time later. She quickly got up from the ground and chased after him.
......
On the other side.
After sending off Elicia and her family, Clarissa was a little tired.
She returned to the bedroom as she lay on the bed. Exhausted, she rubbed the space between her eyebrows and closed her eyes, trying to recall the things that had happened recently.
Anderson was pushed here in the wheelchair in the middle of applying medicine on him just now, so he had been pushed out by David to continue with his treatment.
Clarissa closed her eyes for a while. Suddenly, she remembered Dylan, who had been left out by her for a long time.
At the thought of her, Clarissa still felt dull pain in her heart.
She could endure everything that the people around her did. But no one could hurt Anderson.
She would never tolerate it. This was her bottom line.
Several days had passed, and she didn't know if Dylan was still as stubborn as before and refused to talk.
However, it didn't matter even if she was reluctant to talk. As long as the right method was engaged, it was still possible to get her to speak.
Thinking of this, although Clarissa was exhausted, she forced herself to take a bath so that she could sober up.
Soon, Clarissa arrived at the villa where Dylan was imprisoned, accompanied by Nora.
Clarissa had especially emptied the villa to imprison Dylan, and it had been watched over by someone else all this while.
Seeing Clarissa coming over, the man went to the basement without hesitation and took Dylan out.
Clarissa sat calmly on the sofa and looked at Dylan, who was forced to kneel in front of her. The corner of her mouth curved into a faint smile.
Dylan looked a little pathetic, but her clothes were clean. Clarissa knew that Dylan was forced to change her clothes before coming here in order to look presentable for Clarissa.
After all, she knew very well how ruthless Anderson's subordinates were when dealing with things like this.
Although Dylan appeared to be perfectly fine on the outside, in fact, there must be several ferocious wounds hidden under her clothes.
But Clarissa didn't care about it. As long as they could get Dylan to talk, it didn't matter if she was hurt a little.
But now, Clarissa came to Dylan and gazed down at her. "Dylan, tell me the truth. Why did you try to assassinate Anderson?"
Clarissa had a feeling that the incident was not as simple as it seemed.
One of the reasons Dylan doing so was definitely because of her father. However, it couldn't be the only reason for her to threaten Anderson's safety.
Dylan calmly lifted her eyelids and glanced at Clarissa. She lowered her eyes and did not want to talk.
Seeing how Dylan remained nonchalant to her questioning, Clarissa cackled.
There was no trace of anger in her cold eyes.
In fact, there was something special about Dylan's identity.
If she hadn't tried to assassinate Anderson, they still would be good partners.
But now... things could never go back to how they were.
The atmosphere froze for a moment.
Clarissa was not in a hurry. She returned to the sofa and sat down. She tapped the armrest of the sofa rhythmically, quietly waiting for the woman in front of her to speak.
The sunlight shone through the window, along with a cool breeze, rustling the trees. It seemed that the dusty memories that had been buried for a long time came flooding back.
Clarissa remembered that the relationship between them was obviously not like this at the very beginning.
At the very beginning, Clarissa had saved her life.
Thinking of the first meeting with Dylan, Clarissa felt a little emotional and unconsciously began to recall the past.
That was one of the few warm experiences she ever had in her life, and it was also the reason for her disappointment and frustration.
"Do you still remember when we first met seven years ago?" Clarissa suddenly asked.
Dylan froze as her eyes glinting with gloom.
How could she forget?
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