Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers! -
Chapter 209: Unreasonable
Chapter 209: Unreasonable
"Who do you think you are to make demands of me? Get lost, and go back to wherever you came from!" Eric roared in disgust.
Henry silently gave Ella a deep look. "Take care of yourself. Be more careful next time."
"My woman doesn’t need your concern!" The gloom on Eric’s face grew even darker.
Henry’s expression tightened. "He’s still your father. Do you feel accomplished now, after seizing control of Nelson Group like this?"
Eric’s smile became even more mocking. He reached up with his slender, pale hand to adjust his collar, laughing coldly. "Of course, I feel accomplished. It’s far better than being a useless leech relying on daddy for everything, like you."
Henry’s face flushed red, then white, his fists clenched as rage built in his chest.
"If you harm them too, then you’re worse than an animal!"
"That’s a line you should direct at your so-called ’great’ father, not me," Eric retorted, uninterested in continuing the argument.
He had no intention of wasting time with Henry. After all, James had tried countless times to destroy him, proving he was worse than an animal. And now this illegitimate son dared to come here and criticize him?
Henry wanted to say more, but when he saw the cold, indifferent expression on Ella’s face, he had no choice but to turn and walk out.
Once Henry left, Eric’s eyes grew icy. "How did you get mixed up with him?"
Ella frowned in annoyance. "What’s with that tone? Do you really think I wanted to get involved with him? He’s the one bothering me!"
Eric’s eyes darkened.
He knew Henry’s usual behavior well. Even though Henry always annoyed him, he also knew that Henry wasn’t typically excessive. The real scheming came from James and Grace, those two manipulators.
Henry rarely interacted with girls, but this time he had carried Ella to the infirmary?
Eric’s expression became increasingly grim, and Ella felt frustrated. Things had been fine before, but now, just because Henry showed up, Eric didn’t trust her anymore?
Feeling irritated, Ella turned her head away, unwilling to talk to Eric.
A cold silence settled between them.
Half an hour passed before Eric finally broke. "I’m hungry. Let’s go home, and you can have the doctor treat your ankle there."
He bent down, lifting Ella into his arms, and started walking out.
Ella pouted, still refusing to speak to him.
Onlookers shot envious and jealous glances their way. Not only had Ella won over Eric, but even Henry had gone out of his way for her!
Many girls were fuming, wondering why it wasn’t them in her place, as their heartthrobs never showed such interest in anyone.
The walk was silent. Eric, in his perfectly tailored black suit, looked as handsome and striking as ever. Meanwhile, Ella, her eyes clear and bright, had a soft blush on her face, exuding a quiet grace and elegance.
Ella was wearing a black dress, perfectly matching Eric’s formal look. They looked like the ideal couple, yet a silent tension hung between them.
When they reached the car, Eric opened the door and gently placed Ella onto the seat.
Henry stood in the distance, watching Eric’s car speed away, his expression complex and unreadable. But what bothered him most was why he often dreamt of Ella’s cold, icy eyes. Every time he saw her, his heart would race uncontrollably. Was it possible... he had truly fallen for Ella?
He never wanted to get involved with Eric, yet every time James mentioned Eric, Henry couldn’t help but feel that James still cared about his older brother. At least during the time Eric was abroad, Henry had quietly investigated and discovered that Eric had indeed been targeted for assassination and had faced deliberate suppression. However, he was unable to uncover who was behind it.
From Eric’s perspective, it could only be James or Grace. After all, back then, Eric hadn’t fully come into his power yet—who else could he have offended?
"Senior, is this your notebook?" A soft voice interrupted Henry’s thoughts. He turned to see a girl, dressed youthfully and playfully, standing behind him, holding up a notebook.
"It’s not mine," Henry replied flatly, his emotions now back under control as he headed toward the parking lot.
Rachel stood there, her long hair flowing in the breeze, her large eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I just saw you arguing with Mr. Nelson... Are you two really on such bad terms?"
Rachel asked cautiously, and Henry turned back again, coldly staring at the cute girl. "You talk too much."
Without another word, Henry walked off, not bothering to look back.
Rachel was a little annoyed. She hadn’t expected Henry to brush her off so easily.
But there’s always time. She had plenty of chances ahead.
Just as Rachel was lowering her gaze in frustration, Henry suddenly turned back. "What’s your name?"
Rachel’s heart leaped with joy. Had someone finally taken notice of her?
"I... I’m Rachel, from the Art Department!" she said eagerly.
Henry squinted slightly but said nothing more as he continued walking toward the parking lot. Rachel’s heart fluttered. Had he noticed her at last?
Regardless, when a guy asks for your name, there’s always a glimmer of hope, right?
...
Back at home, Eric coldly placed Ella on the sofa, then sat on the other side and picked up a newspaper.
The family doctor arrived to treat Ella’s ankle. Since her injury wasn’t severe, there wasn’t too much cause for concern.
After giving some instructions to Mrs. Harris, the doctor left. It was already past six in the evening.
Ella’s stomach growled loudly, making her feel instantly embarrassed. But it was late, and being hungry was only natural.
Eric finally put down his newspaper, his lips pressed together tightly. He walked over to pick her up and take her to the dining room.
Ella couldn’t stand the cold war any longer. Just as he was about to lift her, she grabbed his hand sharply. "Eric, you need to make yourself clear. It was him who pestered me and caused me to sprain my ankle. Why are you mad at me?"
Eric looked down at Ella’s frustrated face, her eyes brimming with anger and hurt. Her gaze was like a pool of autumn water, reflecting her annoyance.
Suddenly, he realized how irrational he had been. How could Ella ever be interested in Henry?
At first, he had genuinely believed that if Ella hadn’t done something, Henry wouldn’t have shown such concern for her. Fueled by his own insecurities, he had let his jealousy take over and had chosen to ignore her. But now, hearing Ella explain things so directly, he recognized how childish and unreasonable he had been.
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