Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 164: Calling the Police

Chapter 164: Calling the Police

Brianna frowned deeply. Hannah made everything sound so perfect, but the reality was far more complicated. She wished it were that simple, but the problem was that Robert wouldn’t even give her a chance to meet him.

"Dad’s been planning this divorce for a long time. The fact that he recorded those videos means he was determined to leave us, so... it’s probably too late to win him back," Hannah said as she put the groceries away in the fridge.

Brianna let out a cold laugh. "Even if he takes me to court, I’ll make sure his life is anything but smooth!"

Hannah’s eyes gleamed with a cold, bitter resolve. "Exactly, Mom. We can’t let Dad and that mistress live happily ever after! That wretched woman doesn’t deserve to benefit from all your suffering. You and Dad went through so much together, and now you’re supposed to end up with nothing?"

The mere thought of the divorce infuriated Hannah. Robert was determined to leave Brianna with nothing, which meant their chances of winning in court were slim.

Between the two of them, they only had seventy or eighty thousand left in their accounts—not nearly enough to hire a good lawyer. Brianna’s anxiety grew as she realized this. "We don’t have enough money for a good lawyer. What are we going to do?"

"Borrow it. We can ask Grandpa for help," Hannah said through gritted teeth, her voice laced with resentment.

Brianna frowned again. Her mother had passed away years ago, and her father, though still alive, wasn’t particularly wealthy. Borrowing even twenty or thirty thousand would be a stretch. The more Brianna thought about it, the angrier she became, until she impulsively dialed Emily’s number and unleashed a torrent of insults the moment the call connected.

Emily’s voice was cold and mocking as she responded, "So, Brianna, you got a new number just to curse me out? Did you really think I wouldn’t block you?"

"You slut! You whore! You seduced my husband and now you want to steal all his money, too? He says he won’t leave me a penny—clearly, it’s you who put that idea in his head!" Brianna’s chest ached with fury.

"Mrs. Baker, is this the kind of manners the Baker family teaches? When he first talked about divorcing you, I actually suggested he be fair and not leave you with nothing, but he didn’t listen to me," Emily replied with a light, sarcastic laugh.

"You filthy liar! You’re the one who told him to do this! Emily, mark my words, a wretch like you will never have a good ending!" Brianna screamed her curse, her voice shrill with hatred.

Emily couldn’t take it anymore and abruptly hung up the phone. Brianna, still fuming, tried calling her again, only to find that Emily had already turned off her phone.

"Mom, stop. She’s not going to pick up again. We need to focus on figuring out how to borrow more money to fight this case. Dad’s assets are significant, so we shouldn’t skimp on lawyer fees!" Hannah said, her face etched with worry.

She thought about the life she used to lead—she had been treated like a princess, pampered by Robert and Brianna, loved deeply by Brandon. But now, everything had changed.

Even Brandon was avoiding her. It seemed they were doomed.

"Ah, and you know how unreliable your uncle is. Back when the Davis family was thriving, I poured so much money into helping my side of the family... but your uncle gambled it all away. Even if your grandfather has some savings, he can only lend us twenty or thirty thousand, but that’s his retirement money. How could I possibly take that from him..." Brianna’s voice trailed off as worry furrowed her brow.

As they agonized over their financial predicament, the doorbell suddenly rang. Brianna and Hannah exchanged a glance before heading to the door together. When they opened it, they were greeted by the sight of two men in police uniforms standing outside.

"Good afternoon. Are you Mrs. Brianna?" one of the officers asked.

One of the police officers spoke up, and a wave of unease washed over Hannah. Brianna’s face also showed signs of alarm as she responded, "Yes, that’s me. You are...?"

"Mrs. Brianna, we’re from the Westside Police Department. We’ve just received a report alleging that some time ago, you intentionally assaulted Miss Emily, resulting in her miscarriage. We need you to come with us to the station for further investigation."

What?

Brianna’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the officer. This incident had happened so long ago; she thought Emily wouldn’t pursue it. But now, here they were, coming after her!

It had to be Robert’s doing!

Fury surged within Brianna, but before she could react, the officer had already pulled out a pair of handcuffs and secured them around her wrists.

"No... you can’t take my mom! My mom did nothing wrong! That woman is a homewrecker! She provoked my mom first!" Hannah cried out in panic, her face turning pale as she screamed in protest.

Brianna snapped out of her shock and began to tremble as she shouted, "Yes, it was her... she provoked me! I just lost control for a moment!"

"Please, Mrs. Brianna, come with us," one of the officers said coldly as he exchanged a glance with his partner.

"No... Mom! You can’t take my mom away! Please!" Hannah’s desperate cries echoed as she tried to intervene, but Brianna was no match for the two officers. They quickly overpowered her, restraining her firmly before leading her out to the waiting police car.

Hannah chased after them, her tears falling like rain, as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Onlookers began to gossip, watching the scene unfold. "Isn’t that Mrs. Davis? I heard she poisoned Mr. Davis’s first wife! What a vicious woman!"

"Yeah, and didn’t she cause that other woman to miscarry? She’s so violent!"

"If no one had stopped her, that mistress would have been beaten to death!"

"Marrying a woman like that would be terrifying. Who knows, she might poison you one day!"

"How scary... I used to have a good impression of her, but now, thinking back to the times I sat and chatted with her, it sends chills down my spine!"

As Hannah’s cries faded into the distance, the police car sped away, leaving a trail of whispers behind.

Hannah didn’t know how much time had passed before her tears finally stopped. She became acutely aware of the stares from those around her—looks of disdain, contempt, scorn, and even fear.

Wiping her tears, Hannah stumbled back home, her mind racing. She immediately dialed Robert’s number, desperately pleading for him to show some mercy on Brianna.

After all, Brianna had been a high-society lady. If she were convicted, the disgrace would be unbearable.

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is not available."

It felt like a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped over Hannah, freezing her to the core.

It was the middle of a hot summer, yet she felt as if she had been plunged into the depths of winter, her blood turning to ice.

"Dad... why did you block my number too? How could you do this to me? I’m your own daughter!" Hannah’s tears welled up again as she collapsed onto the couch, sobbing uncontrollably.

Robert was the only person Hannah could think of who might help Brianna, but he had cut her off completely.

All of Brianna’s former friends had distanced themselves, and her grandparents were just ordinary people with no power or influence.

Even if Hannah somehow managed to reach Robert, he was unlikely to bail Brianna out or do anything to save her.

The case against Brianna moved quickly. With the video evidence, she had no room to deny the charges, and when she finally appeared in court, she pled guilty.