Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 144: Fake Recording, Real Strategy

Chapter 144: Fake Recording, Real Strategy

"Sister Hannah is so nice to you all, so why don’t each of you give her a kiss? Afterward, everyone gets a lollipop!" Lily waved the large bundle of lollipops in her hand.

The children, seeing the candy, rushed forward to kiss Hannah. Terrified, Hannah screamed. She was deeply disgusted by these dirty kids, but she forced herself to volunteer here for the sake of her reputation.

But now, at this moment, these grimy children were all over her, making a mess of her clothes.

Hannah took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Once the kids had finished kissing her, they happily ran over to Lily to collect their lollipops.

"Okay, after you get your candy, go play outside for a while. I need to talk to Hannah," Lily said with a smile.

The children scattered, running outside to play.

Lily then turned her attention to Hannah, who was now seething with anger. She walked over to stand in front of her.

Hannah’s face was covered in sticky smears, and her beautiful lace dress was ruined, marked with countless little handprints. Her hair was a mess, and more importantly, her features were twisted in disgust as she hurriedly pulled out tissues to wipe the snot from her face.

"What’s wrong? Can’t keep up the act anymore? You clearly despise these dirty kids, yet here you are, pretending to be a volunteer just to maintain your image. How difficult this must be for you!" Lily mocked with a sneer.

"Lily, what are you doing here?" Hannah asked, her tone filled with irritation, but she didn’t bother to deny Lily’s accusations.

Lily raised an eyebrow. "I came to see you embarrass yourself, of course! Hannah, you’re so fake. Does Brandon know how hypocritical you are? I can’t believe he actually came crawling back to you!"

Hannah’s face flushed with a mix of anger and shame, but she maintained her elegant posture. "Lily, do you really think mocking me like this makes you look good? You’re just jealous of me, aren’t you?"

"Jealous of you? What a joke! Why would I be jealous of someone like you, who’s been used and discarded? If I were to be jealous, it would be of Ella. I hear she’s with Eric now!" Lily sneered, her words cutting deep.

Hannah sighed softly. "Lily, how could you fall for Ella’s tricks? She’s just trying to create discord between us, and you’ve fallen right into her trap."

Lily’s eyes flashed with anger. "Hannah! If you hadn’t come to me with that plan to set Ella up with Ethan, I wouldn’t be in this mess today!"

Lily had a severe case of OCD, and the thought of being touched by someone like Ethan, a notorious playboy, made her sick to her stomach. In just a few short months, Lily had nearly driven herself crazy with self-loathing.

She had come to realize that if she hadn’t been so foolish as to trust Hannah, she wouldn’t have ended up in this situation.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Hannah replied, refusing to admit anything.

Lily let out a cold laugh. "You, a woman who’s been with so many men, don’t need to put on a show in front of me. Oh, and I almost forgot to mention—I recorded our conversation that day when you were plotting against Ella with me. I wouldn’t mind sharing that recording with her."

Hannah’s face darkened as she weighed her options, wondering if Lily really had a recording. If she did, and it got into Ella’s hands, what kind of consequences would follow?

"If you don’t mind, I’ll go ahead and send it to her," Lily said with a sneer, pulling out her phone and swiping through the screen.

Hannah’s hands trembled as she rushed forward, snatching Lily’s phone and hurling it out the window into the fountain outside.

"My phone!" Lily gasped in shock, glaring at Hannah with fury.

"Hannah, how could you be so shameless?"

"What else could I do? Wait for you to send the recording to her?" Hannah retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Lily, you were the one unlucky enough to have your drink switched by Ella. If you were too foolish to notice, don’t blame me!"

Gone was Hannah’s earlier calm and elegant demeanor, replaced with a sneering expression. "Your phone is ruined, and now you have nothing to use against me!"

"So, you finally admit that you conspired with me to set Ella up?" Lily’s eyes were icy cold.

For months, Lily had been trying to get Hannah to confess to what had happened that night. But Hannah had always been clever, never once admitting anything.

Now that her phone was destroyed, Hannah probably wasn’t worried about any recordings being leaked.

In truth, Lily didn’t have any recordings on her phone. She had lied about it to force a confession out of Hannah.

"Lily, you should focus on your studies and work hard to get a decent job! That way, if you can’t find a man in the future, at least you’ll have an income. As for me, I won’t keep you company any longer—I have to go check on those dirty little devils!" Hannah stood up gracefully, brushing at the marks on her dress, though she couldn’t quite remove the dirty handprints.

"Ugh, so disgusting—my dress is covered in snot! Lily, your plan failed. Go home. How could someone like you have the heart to be a volunteer?"

"Oh, and you do?" Lily shot back.

"Hmph, whether I do or not is none of your business," Hannah replied arrogantly as she walked away. Lily let out a cold laugh, her hand slipping into her pocket, where a small recording device was hidden.

When Hannah returned home, she found Brianna sitting numbly in the living room, her face pale as a sheet.

As soon as Brianna saw her daughter, she grabbed Hannah’s hand desperately. "What are we going to do? Hannah... I went to see that wretched woman, but I didn’t expect her to have a miscarriage. What do we do now?"

Hannah was shocked. After hearing the full story, she exclaimed, "Mom, you need to think of something fast... Get someone to issue you a medical certificate for severe depression immediately!"

This was the only way to absolve Brianna, as people with severe depression are often viewed as acting irrationally. If Robert knew this, he might not pursue the matter too deeply.

But Brianna, still shaken from the morning’s events, was at a loss. "But... but where can we find a doctor like that?"

Hannah took a deep breath. "Mom, wait here. I’ll make some calls."

No matter how much Brianna had failed, she was still Hannah’s mother, and there was no way Hannah could just abandon her. Besides, if Robert divorced Brianna, it wouldn’t benefit Hannah either—she would lose her status as the Davis family’s heiress, a title that allowed her to look down on so many others.

Hannah made several calls to her usual wealthy contacts, but they all responded coldly, saying they didn’t know any doctors who could help. Some didn’t even answer her calls, leaving Hannah feeling utterly disheartened.

"What are we going to do? If we can’t get that certificate for severe depression, there doesn’t seem to be any other way out!" Brianna was sweating with anxiety.

"Severe depression? It sounds more like severe madness to me!" Robert’s voice suddenly echoed from the doorway, startling both Hannah and Brianna. They turned to see him walking in with a cold expression on his face.