Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 182: Retribution

Chapter 182: Retribution

Hannah shot to her feet, her face drained of all color as she stared at the iPad in Robert’s hand. "No! Daddy, please stop, don’t play it anymore!"

But Robert’s lips curled into a cold smirk. His disillusionment with this marriage had gone so far that he was willing to sacrifice even his daughter.

Brianna had already shattered his trust by using her supposed dissociative identity disorder to manipulate the public. Robert knew his chances of winning any divorce case had slipped away completely.

Brianna was devastated. Knowing her daughter’s personality all too well, she quickly realized what kind of video it must be. In a frenzy, she rushed off the stage. "Robert, you bastard! Not only do you want to destroy me, but now you’re hurting our daughter too... You scum... delete that video, Robert!"

Her voice was hoarse from shouting, but with the mass of reporters, she couldn’t push through the crowd. Hannah stood on stage, wide-eyed and in utter despair, watching helplessly as Robert held the iPad high.

Was this really her father?

Was this the man who had cherished her since she was a child? While he had shown affection toward Ella, it was only because of her shares in the company. His love for that little tramp had always been fake, just an act!

But the way her father had loved her—Hannah—had been real, right? She could still clearly recall Robert’s warm embrace, his doting eyes...

So why? Why was he now exposing this video of her and Joshua?

This was not only a blow to her and Brianna’s reputations—it would ruin them completely!

"Daddy! I’m begging you, please stop... don’t do this!" Hannah screamed, her cries sharp and desperate. She grabbed a nearby teacup and hurled it at Robert, hoping to knock the iPad from his hands.

But the cups only hit Robert’s body and a few unlucky reporters nearby.

Robert didn’t flinch. His face remained cold as he held the iPad high, increasing the volume for everyone to hear.

"Heh, just a simple case of dissociative identity disorder," Joshua’s smug voice echoed.

"Really? You better keep your word, doctor!"

"In the afternoon, have your mother come by and book an appointment with me. I’ll run all the necessary tests and give her the report! But first... you’d better take good care of me!"

The video continued with an explicit scene of Joshua and Hannah in bed. Though no sounds of heavy breathing or inappropriate noises were heard, Hannah’s sharp wailing and Brianna’s hoarse shouts filled the room instead.

The crowd was in an uproar!

So, it turned out Brianna’s medical diagnosis had been obtained by Hannah selling her own body. How shameless! How calculated!

Onstage, Hannah’s eyes were bloodshot with rage. She picked up a chair and violently threw it down toward the audience.

The crowd scattered in panic, but Hannah collapsed on the stage, defeated, her hands covering her face in humiliation.

Meanwhile, Brianna continued her torrent of curses. A plan to clear her name had been completely and utterly destroyed by Robert.

She had hoped to use her daughter to prove her innocence, but now...

"Robert... you filthy bastard! Heartless scum... how could you do this to your own daughter?" Brianna sobbed, screaming in despair.

Robert’s expression remained cold. "Brianna, you’re the one without shame. You let your daughter sell her body just to fabricate your diagnosis. It’s because of you that she’s become this way... Brianna, I regret ever marrying you! I’ll see you in court!"

With that, Robert turned to leave, but the sea of reporters was too thick for him to make much progress.

At that moment, a new commotion stirred just outside the hall. A group of people entered, pushing a woman, flanked by several bodyguards protecting her.

Mrs. Jones had arrived!

Ella’s lips curled into a smile, her eyes alight with amusement. Watching once loving couples tear each other apart was deeply satisfying to her. It was poetic, seeing these former lovers, once devoted to each other, now locked in an ugly public battle.

Eric, sipping his wine casually, glanced at Ella’s expression. He found the scene before them delightful—Ella’s slow, methodical revenge was unfolding beautifully, and it mirrored the vengeful dreams he had of someday crushing Grace in the same way.

"You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?" he teased, his voice low and laced with mockery. "Why not serve me tonight in celebration?"

Ella shot him a cold look and scoffed. "I’m not in the mood. Sit tight and watch the show."

Eric chuckled, raising an eyebrow but relenting, knowing full well the grand finale was still to come.

Meanwhile, Brianna froze in place when she saw the wrecked form of Mrs. Jones. The reporters parted quickly, giving Mrs. Jones a wide berth, none daring to stand too close to Brianna.

The bodyguards positioned Mrs. Jones directly in front of Brianna, then stepped back, standing on alert as if ready to intervene.

Mrs. Jones let out a chilling laugh. "Mrs. Davis, it’s been a long time, hasn’t it? Who would’ve thought that the glamorous Mrs. Davis would fall this low? When you poisoned Miss Carter, you never thought this would happen, right?"

Brianna’s body trembled involuntarily. The woman in the wheelchair, now unrecognizable after suffering through the horrors of the red-light district, was truly Mrs. Jones.

Her bloodthirsty eyes, and her venomous voice sent chills down Brianna’s spine, making cold sweat form on her forehead.

Yes, this was Mrs. Jones.

Robert, who had been about to leave, stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Mrs. Jones. Now, he was eager to see how Brianna would worm her way out of this one.

Taking a deep breath, Brianna forced a laugh. "You’re accusing me of poisoning someone? Show me the proof!"

"Proof? I *am* the proof!" Mrs. Jones screamed. "When I refused to give in to you, you hired someone to kill me. But the assassin couldn’t go through with it and sold me off to the red-light district instead. I’ve been living a fate worse than death ever since! Brianna, you’re a heartless monster. Mr. Davis’s first wife was smart and beautiful, and you poisoned her to death! You deserve this! You deserve every ounce of suffering coming your way!"

Mrs. Jones’s voice rose to a piercing shriek. "I’m going to charge you with murder! And I’ve already tracked down the two men you hired!"

Brianna’s face paled, but she quickly regained her composure. "Go ahead and sue me! Without evidence, do you really think you can accuse me of murder? I’ll never admit to anything without proof."

Murder charges were far more serious than assault, and Brianna wasn’t foolish enough to confess to ordering a hit all those years ago.

Mrs. Jones was trembling with rage, her chest heaving as she struggled to keep calm. "Brianna, don’t think you’ve won. I won’t let you walk away from this unscathed!"

The reporters were snapping photos like mad, capturing every second of the tense exchange. Brianna, now fully composed, raised her eyebrows calmly. "If you had any evidence, you would’ve taken me to court long ago. Why wait until today?"

"You vile witch, you murderer! Not only did you cause someone to miscarry, but you also poisoned Isabella!" Robert couldn’t contain his fury anymore, seething with hatred. He wanted Brianna to be destroyed, to never have the chance to disrupt his life again.

Brianna shot him a cold, bitter look. Once upon a time, they had been passionate lovers, sneaking around behind his first wife’s back.

This was the man who had once promised to take care of her for the rest of his life, to love her forever.