Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 219: The Redemption of a Tragic Childhood

Chapter 219: The Redemption of a Tragic Childhood

Ella’s eyes were filled with wonder—this treehouse was simply breathtaking!

In front of the treehouse stretched a large lawn where many visitors watched the sunset or enjoyed outdoor dinners. Laughter and joy between couples filled the once desolate land with warmth and life.

There were about twenty treehouses, each built alongside the trees. The massive trees partially formed the structure of the houses, their designs following the natural shapes of the trees. Though a bit unusual, the sight was stunning and unique.

On the balcony of the treehouse ahead, two little children sat with their legs dangling. "Daddy, look at the sunset! It’s so beautiful!"

"Yeah, Daddy, the sunset looks like a yolk. But we can’t eat the sun, right?" one of the children asked curiously.

The couple on the balcony smiled warmly. "Silly, you can’t eat the sun. If people got too close, they’d be burned up!" the father replied.

"Mama, can we go to the moon?" the little girl asked, her delicate face turned up to her parents.

"Sweetheart, when human technology gets more advanced, we’ll be able to visit the moon someday," the mother said gently, kissing her daughter’s cheek with a loving smile.

This heartwarming scene nearly brought Ella to tears.

Since her rebirth, the love of her parents was what she craved most. But Isabella had passed away, and her father was nowhere to be found.

Such a beautiful and loving moment was something Ella feared she would never experience. She couldn’t go back to her childhood. Even if she could, what could her two-year-old self do against Brianna?

Ella looked at the woman’s gentle smile and felt as though she was seeing Isabella’s beautiful, kind eyes—those eyes full of love.

She remembered her mother’s diary. When Isabella had fallen seriously ill, Ella had been not yet three, constantly pestering her mother to get up and play with her. But little Ella had no way of knowing that her mother was already too weak to even get out of bed.

At that time, Isabella could only watch in sorrow and pain as her daughter played alone and eventually fell asleep by the bedside. She didn’t even have the strength to hold her.

Ella’s nose tingled with emotion. It had been such a happy birthday—she’d thwarted the person who had tried to manipulate Grandma Davis, and she should have felt triumphant.

But birthdays were also the day her mother had suffered. Twenty years ago today, her mother had struggled through immense pain to bring her into the world.

Thinking of that day, and of her mother’s sad diary entries, Ella silently watched the joyful family of four in front of her, unable to stop the tears from falling.

She missed Isabella so much—more than she could express. She longed to go back to when she was two, just to hold her mother close one more time.

A pair of large hands gently embraced her from behind. Long, pale fingers slid across her cheek, softly wiping away her tears.

"Don’t cry, silly," Eric whispered softly, his voice heavy with emotion. His heart, too, felt suddenly weighed down.

Compared to Ella, his childhood had been much happier. At least his mother, Victoria, had been by his side then.

Ella quickly composed herself, lowering her gaze. "Let’s go..." she murmured quietly.

At this moment, the staff at the service area noticed Eric and quickly and orderly came out to greet him.

Eric waved his hand, signaling them to dispense with all formalities. "Just take us to the house we reserved."

"Yes, Mr. Nelson!"

The person in charge of the area personally led the way.

Ella and Eric’s arrival naturally attracted the attention of other tourists. They couldn’t help but cast amazed glances their way—after all, the two of them were such an eye-catching pair, a golden couple.

Ella’s emotions finally began to settle, though her face still didn’t show any signs of happiness.

Suddenly, she felt like someone was following her, watching her from behind.

She quickly turned around, only to see a thin man wearing a mask walking behind her. His gaze flickered for a moment before he veered off to the side.

Ella frowned slightly.

If he were just a regular tourist, why would his eyes look so shifty?

The man quickly exited through a side door, and Eric, noticing Ella’s reaction, asked quietly, "What’s wrong? Did you see something unusual?"

"That man..." Ella pointed toward the figure’s retreating back.

The person in charge quickly spoke in a hushed tone, "Mr. Nelson, Miss Davis, that man lives nearby and raises pigeons. If you look over there, you can see all the pigeons he keeps."

Ella nodded. If he had been living here for a long time, perhaps she was just being overly cautious.

"Are you still concerned?" Eric asked.

"I just thought the way he looked at me was a little strange."

"Hmph, if he dares look at you like that again, I’ll gouge out his eyes," Eric said coldly, his lips curling slightly. Ella shot him a look, while the person in charge shivered at Eric’s words, not daring to look at Ella again.

Eric was only joking, trying to be playful. He wasn’t actually that insanely jealous.

However, the person in charge, having likely heard of Eric’s formidable reputation, was so frightened that he stayed silent.

He led Ella and Eric to the final treehouse.

The treehouse was nestled into the tree, with tiny lights twinkling all around. At first glance, it looked like a swarm of glowing fireflies.

As they stepped onto the metal staircase that wound around the tree, all they could see was lush greenery in every direction. The serene, natural setting made it the perfect spot for a relaxing vacation.

The house was supported by six large concrete and steel pillars, with a thick wooden floor above that was sturdy and secure, with no hint of instability.

Ella sat on the balcony, mimicking the children she had seen earlier by swinging her legs over the edge. She gazed at the slowly sinking sun, feeling a sense of tranquility wash over her. This place was fresh and beautiful, an ideal escape.

Eric sat down next to her. "How are you feeling now? A little better?"

Ella nodded. "Yeah, a little better."

"Don’t dwell on the past. What’s gone is gone. We need to cherish the present," Eric said, taking her hand and gently kissing it. "My queen, you’ve got me, your loyal servant. Cheer up, okay?"

Ella smiled faintly, her eyes growing slightly misty again. "Thank you, hubby."

The two exchanged a quiet glance, and Ella rested her head on his shoulder. Together, they watched the sun set in peaceful silence.

About ten minutes later, the sun had completely disappeared, leaving only the small twinkling lights in the trees to illuminate the night.

Eric and Ella ordered dinner, and thirty minutes later, a special meal was brought to their table.

"All the chicken, duck, and fish here are raised by the local villagers, so the food is especially delicious. And this pigeon soup is, of course, made from the pigeons raised by the man Miss Davis saw earlier," the server explained.