Ch. The richest man’s real daughter returns 7 The richest man’s real daughter returns 7

Chapter 7 

Stop! I’ve already called the police, they’ll be here any minute, let him go! 

I immediately dialed 911, yelling out loud, but didn’t dare approach them. 

I was alone and not a match for their group, especially considering Lucy was holding a 

weapon. 

Hearing about the police, the group of hooligans ran away. Seeing that it was me, Lucy wasn’t scared. 

Seeing Lucy was alone, I rushed forward, kicked the steel pipe from her hand, and tripped 

her. 

I sat on her and gave her several slaps in the face, leaving her dazed. 

Ah! Kaya! How dare you hit me! 

Lucy’s claws desperately scratch at me, leaving my neck bloody. I was in pain and got pushed away by her. 

At this moment, the police sirens got closer and closer. Lucy finally got scared and quickly 

ran away. 

Nia! 

Sis… sis… 

My brother was shivering, his face swollen and bloody at the corners of his mouth, yet he 

tried to force a smile. 

My heart aches, but I didn’t dare touch him, afraid to cause any further harm. 

I wish Lucy was dead! 

Without a doubt, she saw Nia coming to find me last time, knew who Nia was, and hence deliberately hired hooligans to beat up Nia. 

Her real intention was to show off her power to me! 

Soon, Nia was taken away by the ambulance, and my foster parents hurried off to the hospital. 

In the hospital, my foster parents‘ eyes were red from crying. The backbone that held our family together seemed to have bent. 

Dad, Mom, I’m sorry. It’s all because of me that Nia got involved. 

I felt so guilty that I couldn’t look them in the eye. I couldn’t imagine how they would cope if anything happened to Nia. 

My foster father, a reserved man, patted me on the shoulder, shaking his head to say he didn’t blame me. 

My foster mother held my hand, sobbing so hard she could hardly catch her breath. 

Fortunately, my brother was not in a life–threatening situation, but his injuries were severe. 

He had multiple injuries on his face and body, and his arm was broken from being hit by a 

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In the hospital, my foster parents‘ eyes were red from crying. The backbone that held our family together seemed to have bent. 

Dad, Mom, I’m sorry. It’s all because of me that Nia got involved. 

I felt so guilty that I couldn’t look them in the eye. I couldn’t imagine how they would cope if anything happened to Nia. 

My foster father, a reserved man, patted me on the shoulder, shaking his head to say he didn’t blame me. 

My foster mother held my hand, sobbing so hard she could hardly catch her breath. Fortunately, my brother was not in a life–threatening situation, but his injuries were severe. He had multiple injuries on his face and body, and his arm was broken from being hit by a 

steel rod. He would need to be home for three months for recovery.