The Heiress' Revenge: Abandoned No More

"I'll ask you one more time. Will you marry or not?!"

A cold and harsh male voice echoed through the living room.

Sandra Hill blinked, looking up at the man.

It was her second brother, Kyle Hill, the president of the Hill Group.

Dressed in a silver-gray suit, he looked sharp and spirited.

However, his face was distorted with fury and hatred.

Sandra felt aggrieved, "I..."

"You don't need to make excuses! You two were switched at birth, and you were raised in the mountains for twenty-two years. But when Emily found out, she didn't feel any jealousy. Instead, she went with us to bring you back. But what did you do?"

As he spoke, his voice became sharper.

"Emily treated you so well, but you opened the car door and pushed her out! Luckily, the car wasn't going fast, or else Emily would've died!

"You're so wicked. It's only right for you to marry that vegetative man in place of Emily into the Cooper family!"

Sandra's heart ached deeply.

"Wicked?"

Was that how her own brother saw her?

She turned around to look at him.

The white silk ruffled collar gently moved.

The small patch of fair skin on her neck emphasized her bloodshot eyes.

Indeed, she was raised in the mountains by her master for more than twenty years.

But her master treated her well and taught her various skills.

She was deeply grateful and had never harbored any resentment towards anyone.

Three days ago, there was still a month until Emily Hill's wedding with Wesley Cooper.

The Hill family suddenly arrived at the mountain.

They claimed that Sandra was the true daughter of the Hill family.

Even her master said that she should come down the mountain to accept her fate. Reluctantly, she came down the mountain.

When she returned to the Hill Villa, Emily deliberately sat in the same car with her.

As the car started moving, Emily suddenly opened the car door and jumped out.

Shortly after, her brothers stood in front of the car, accusing her of attempted murder.

If Emily hadn't been unconscious and needed immediate medical attention, Sandra might have been taken to the police station and charged on the spot.

For the past three days, she had explained countless times.

But her brothers didn't believe a word and accused her of slandering Emily.

And recently, the Hill family's liquid assets have faced some problems.

The only solution was to marry Sandra into the Cooper family, as the Cooper family had promised to give the Hill family 50 million dollars.

Only then did she understand one thing.

Her family didn't care about her at all.

They only brought her back because Emily didn't want to marry a vegetative man!

It was pointless to say anything more.

"Will you marry or not?!"

Kyle angrily grabbed a teacup and forcefully smashed it on the ground.

The shards splattered onto Sandra's ankle, piercing her skin. Fresh blood dripped from her ankle onto the ground.

"Fine," Sandra smirked in disappointment, "but I have a condition."

"Humph, you're insatiable. I'll discuss your dowry with Gary."

"It's not about the dowry."

Sandra's heart was already numb from the pain, so her expression didn't change.

"I want to go to the hospital to see Emily."

Kyle's anger dissipated, and he looked at her with some suspicion.

"Do you still want to harm Emily?"

"Yes, will you dare to let me?"

Sandra didn't explain further, looking at him with indifference.

Kyle hesitated for a moment.

They had arranged many bodyguards around Emily.

Sandra was just a village girl.

How could she harm Emily?

"Okay, you have half an hour. The Cooper family's car will arrive soon. After seeing Emily, get in the car immediately!"

Sandra sneered, turned around, and went upstairs to pack her things.

She didn't have much luggage or wear any makeup.

But she was naturally beautiful.

Her lips were red without lipstick, and her eyes were as clear as gems.

She picked up her suitcase and went downstairs with Kyle to the hospital.

Emily was staying in a deluxe ward.

Sandra's brothers were present, their faces full of disgust.

Sandra ignored them and sat in front of the hospital bed saying a few casual words. Then someone said that the Cooper family's car had arrived.

She stood up and looked at her five brothers.

"From today on, I am no longer bonded to you."

"Even if you didn't say it, we would cut ties with you!"

Kyle's face turned cold. Wesley was in the vegetative state, unconscious for three years, and his condition had worsened recently. He might not live much longer.

To them, Sandra was just a widow to be despised in the Cooper family. They didn't care about her at all.

Sandra left with a cold expression.

"Gary," Kyle walked over to Gary Hill, their eldest brother, at the bedside.

"We've got the money from the Cooper family. Emily can wake up now."

Gary gave a smile. "Emily has been through a lot these days. Wake her up."

Kyle called the doctor in, and the doctor quickly gave Emily an injection.

After a while, the doctor's face turned pale.

"Ms. Hill... Ms. Hill seems to be in a coma!"

Kyle's face changed dramatically, his heart tightening. "What do you mean?"

"Ms. Hill..."

The doctor was frightened and quickly examined Emily with trembling hands.

"Ms. Hill... seems to have... come into a vegetative state."

Shocked, the five men rushed to the bedside.

"Quick! Call your specialists for a consultation!"

...

The Cooper family sent Wesley's half-brother, Felix Cooper, to pick Sandra up.

He didn't care about Sandra at all and drove fast all the way.

He thought Sandra would get car sick, but she was very calm.

When she got out of the car, she even smiled slightly at him.

"You are rude. I am your sister-in-law."

Felix's face darkened, his tone cold.

"It remains to be seen whether you can survive tomorrow."

Wesley's life was hanging by a thread.

If he died tonight, Sandra would be seen as a disaster and would probably die a horrible death.

Sandra showed no signs of fear. Instead, she smiled lightly, "I hate rude people."

With that, she walked towards the living room.

Wesley's condition was severe, so they turned one of the rooms in the villa into a sickroom, equipped with all kinds of medical equipment.

Sandra was escorted upstairs by several maids.

At the door, they forcefully pushed her into the room.

Perhaps they were afraid she would run away, so they purposely locked the door.

Sandra looked around the sickroom, which was equipped with the most advanced medical instruments available in the world.

Wesley lay silently on the hospital bed, his face pale, but it didn't affect his aura.

Even from a distance, she could feel the power emanating from him.

She slowly walked over and sat by the bed, reaching out to feel his pulse.

After a while, she suddenly undid Wesley's clothes.

With a slight movement, she pulled out some silver needles from her sleeve and quickly inserted them into Wesley's chest.

With thirteen needles in his chest, Wesley suddenly coughed, vomited some blood, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Who are you? How did you get into my room? Get out!"

Wesley saw a gorgeous woman as soon as he opened his eyes. He immediately remembered what his stepmother, Debra Cooper, had said before.

Even though he was in a vegetative state, he could hear voices.

Debra had once said that she would find a woman to bear children for him.

But he knew very well that Debra wasn't so kind-hearted.

The woman she found was merely a pawn in the battle for the family fortune.

Sandra became angry instantly.

She agreed to this forced marriage only to leave the Hill family openly and without burdening her master.

She didn't come here to be treated like this.

After all her efforts to help him detoxify, his attitude was terrible.

She raised her hand without hesitation.

A silver needle flew out from her sleeve and directly pierced Wesley's shoulder.

Wesley felt the recently regained strength quickly dissipate, and his cold gaze became fierce. "You!"

"Shut up and listen to me!"

Sandra frowned with a mysterious look in her clear brown eyes.

Wesley clenched his teeth, not because he didn't want to speak, but because he couldn't say a single word right now.

He was furious.

Sandra spoke quickly, "I am now your bride."

As she spoke, she threw the marriage certificate onto the bed.

The Cooper family was influential enough that they didn't need them to be present in order to obtain the marriage certificate.

Wesley frowned.

"Your childhood sweetheart, Emily, is not the real daughter of the Hill family. As the real daughter, I can only marry you. Since you don't want to marry me either, how about we make a deal?"

Wesley's anger disappeared.

But there was still a hint of curiosity in his eyes as he looked at her.

Regardless of what he thought, Sandra continued.

"You were poisoned and it will take about a year for a complete recovery. Our marriage will last for a year. During this year, we will be a couple in public but business partners in private."

Pausing for a moment, she added, "After a year, we'll get a divorce. What do you say?"

She believed that within a year, she would be able to find out who harmed her master.

Wesley remained expressionless.

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as a yes."

Wesley didn't say anything.

Sandra swiftly retrieved the silver needle and walked over to the fridge.

Unfortunately, there was nothing inside except for expensive medications.

She had nothing to eat in the Hill Villa and was now very hungry.

"There are fruits here."

Wesley noticed it and opened a drawer.

But then he paused, his face full of astonishment.

He could open the drawer!

In an instant, he felt strength flowing through his limbs.

Was he really cured?

His disease had confounded even Samuel Whitman, the best doctor in Helwanis. And yet, Sandra was just a young girl.

If she could really cure him, he wouldn't mind accepting that condition.

He pointed at the bedsheet. "Wife's responsibility."

Sandra took a bite of the apple and looked at him teasingly. "I won't sleep on the bed."

Even though the Cooper family was complicated, there were still some who genuinely cared about Wesley.

They would come to accompany him at night. There was a small bed in the corner, and Sandra intended to sleep on it.

Therefore, as soon as she finished speaking, she walked over to the small bed. "Good night."

She was exhausted. After filling her stomach with the apple, she felt drowsy and quickly fell asleep.

Wesley didn't even have a chance to get angry.

Was Sandra here to help him? Why did he feel like she came here to annoy him?

The next day.

Sandra stretched lazily, feeling refreshed.

However, as soon as she woke up, she felt a chill.

Was the temperature too low?

Slowly sitting up, she saw Wesley on the bed glaring at her with a gloomy face.

Sandra blinked. She almost forgot that she had already married him.

"Why aren't you getting up?"

She put on her shoes and casually tied her long hair into a ponytail, which made her look youthful and energetic.

Wesley sneered and pointed to the wheelchair near the door.

Sandra blinked and chuckled. "Are you asking me to push you out to get some fresh air?"

Wesley retorted, "Since you are my business partner, you should follow my requests."

"Or we can terminate our partnership," Sandra stood her ground.

Wesley's tone was cold. "If you were forced to save me, it means this is your best option."

Sandra was speechless.

Fine, she was a doctor, and she couldn't argue with a patient.

But just as she reached the door, she heard the sound of unlocking from outside.

"It has been quiet inside. Is Mr. Cooper really dead?"

"Dr. Whitman said Mr. Cooper wouldn't survive last night. That girl was probably scared seeing a dead body for the first time."

"Then let's open the door and inform Mrs. Debra Cooper about the bad news.

"The board meeting is in two hours, and Mrs. Debra Cooper is waiting for Mr. Felix Cooper to inherit the shares."

"Come on, it's good news."

Just then, the door was pushed open abruptly.

"Mr. Cooper, you died so tragically."

Karen Sullivan, the maid, rushed in, crying loudly without even checking the situation.

"Slap!"

Her cries stopped abruptly as she covered her face. Only then did she realize that something was wrong.

This slap had completely caught her off guard, and the maids who had just entered were equally stunned.

Sandra, who should have been cowering in the corner, actually stood in front of her with a cold expression.

"Get out!"

Sandra shouted as she recognized Karen as the person who had pushed her into the sickroom last night.

Karen snapped back to reality and looked towards Wesley, who was still lying on the bed. "What did you do to Mr. Cooper?!"

"We are husband and wife. Do I need to report everything I do to you?"

Sandra's voice became colder, and she glared at Karen fiercely.

Frightened, Karen stepped back and almost fell down.

Linda Murphy, another maid, supported her, and Karen barely kept her balance.

Linda sneered, "You must have killed Mr. Cooper, you murderer!"

"Who's making a fuss?"

A sharp male voice came from inside the room, frightening the maids.

"Mr... Mr. Cooper?"

Linda looked at Wesley in astonishment as he slowly sat up and looked at them.

"Ah, he's risen from the dead!"

Linda turned and ran away, her face pale.

The other maids scattered in panic.

Sandra stood at the door, her eyes filled with amusement.

"Mr. Cooper, it seems that your family doesn't actually want you to wake up."