Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 233: True Blood Relatives

Chapter 233: True Blood Relatives

Ella’s hand moved to the edge of his wound. After the surgery, it had healed quite well. Eric had mentioned that it was starting to itch, a sign it wouldn’t be long before it was fully recovered.

Remembering that night, her expression grew more serious as her hand slowly moved downward.

Eric’s usual fierceness faded as he looked at Ella’s flawless face. The seductive, gentle look she gave him as she lowered her head stirred something deep within him.

His blood rushed, desire building up. He grabbed Ella’s small hand...

Startled, Ella lifted her wide, soft eyes and asked, "What’s wrong?"

"I want to..."

"No way! Your wound—if you move, it’ll tear!"

"That’s easy to fix... we’ll just change positions!"

Eric’s breathing became heavier as he cupped Ella’s face and kissed her.

Ella had no choice. She felt guilty and had promised him that for the next six months, she would behave and do as he asked.

Ugh... who knew a single passionate word would sell herself out like that? Sob!

Afterward, they took a shower. Eric’s stomach started to growl. He was still shirtless, as it helped his skin heal better, and since Mrs. Harris was on a month-long break, it meant Ella had to take on all the household chores. Thankfully, Eric wasn’t too much of a neat freak; otherwise, just cleaning the floors and windows would’ve given her a massive headache!

Since her husband said he was hungry, Ella couldn’t neglect him. She quickly headed to the kitchen to make some noodles.

Over the past few days, Ella’s once dreadful cooking skills had noticeably improved.

Eric leaned against the kitchen door, watching Ella move deftly. She was washing two heads of lettuce, separating the leaves, and cleaning the roots thoroughly.

That busy figure brought back memories of Victoria, who used to cook noodles and meals for him herself.

There had been a time when nightmares would often plague him, but ever since being with Ella, they had become much less frequent.

However, when he was unconscious, he had dreamt again of his mother jumping from the building.

That moment was one Eric could never forget. Just thinking about it sent a sharp pain through his heart.

And now, looking at Ella’s small frame, it overlapped with Victoria’s in his mind.

His heart softened instantly, warmed by the thought. Perhaps he had fought to stay alive just to experience this day.

Yet, when he recalled Victoria’s last words to him, Eric’s expression grew more complicated.

She had told him not to believe in love, or at least not to cling to it.

Because of her own intense personality, her inability to tolerate even a grain of sand in her love, she had jumped, abandoning the man and son she loved most.

"What’s on your mind? You’re so lost in thought. The noodles are ready! The doctor said you shouldn’t eat things like eggs, so I only added some lean meat to the soup." Ella’s gentle voice pulled Eric back to the present.

He snapped out of his thoughts just in time to see Ella bring a big plate of noodles into the kitchen.

In their cozy new home, Ella’s face was full of smiles, radiating contentment and happiness. As long as she was with him, her mood remained joyful.

Eric sat at the dining table, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts that reached just above his knees, his chest bare.

Ella glanced at him. His chest was usually quite attractive, but now... there was a nasty scar there!

Eric took a bite and flashed a mischievous grin. "Wifey, your cooking’s getting better and better. But remember, you’re only allowed to cook for me, got it?"

Ella blinked, amused. Was he getting jealous? Jealous of the future, even?

"That’s not happening!" Ella rejected him without hesitation.

Eric’s expression darkened slightly. Could Ella still be thinking about Charles?

Charles was undoubtedly a good man, devoted to his relationships, but he was married now!

"Because in the future, I’ll be cooking for our son and daughter, right?" Ella teased with a smile, poking Eric playfully on the forehead. "Eric, how can you not have confidence in yourself? I wouldn’t bother making noodles for anyone else!"

Eric let out a cold snort, his face stern and silent, but inside, his heart was filled with sweetness.

At that moment, his phone rang—it was John calling.

"Boss, remember how Miss Amelia told us to treat the pigeon keeper well? We did some digging and found out that he was taken in and raised by someone else because his family was poor. He was malnourished as a child, and as a result, his health has never been great, so he stays at home raising pigeons. We offered him 500,000 as a thank you, but he refused. He said he helped because he felt a close connection with Miss Davis... like a familial bond."

John’s words made Eric’s face darken instantly.

That man dared to feel some kind of bond with his woman?

Hmph, how many other men in the world felt a "connection" with her?

"What exactly do you mean by... a close connection?"

"He mentioned that he knows his own background. He said he feels like Miss Davis is family somehow, so he was curious about her. He didn’t expect that night’s events to unfold the way they did."

John’s clarification caused Eric’s expression to soften slightly. A familial connection...

"Look into who abandoned him, what hardships he’s gone through in life, or any significant events he might have experienced."

"Yes, Boss. I’ll have someone investigate right away."

After hanging up, Eric relayed what John had just told him to Ella.

Ella thought for a moment. "My biological uncle was swapped at birth by Old Mr. Carter. And... I took a closer look before, that man’s features do resemble mine in some ways."

Eric’s eyes lit up. "You’re saying... he might be your uncle?"

"It’s possible. Someone as cold-hearted as Sean wouldn’t care about the child Grandma Carter had. Sending him to a poor family would have been his way of punishing him. If that family couldn’t even afford food, they must have been in dire poverty. How cruel—to let his own son starve while he indulged himself with his mistress!" Ella’s tone had grown noticeably colder.

"I’ll have them run a DNA test in secret to see if there’s a chance he’s your uncle."

Ella nodded. With today’s advanced technology, a DNA test would easily confirm the relationship without digging into decades-old records.

However, half a day later, John called back, saying that the pigeon keeper had lost his job after the treehouse resort burned down. A day ago, he and his wife had left their hometown to find work elsewhere.

What made Ella even more heartbroken was the fact that their savior didn’t even own a cellphone.

He also had a son who was in college, but because they couldn’t afford the tuition, his son had to drop out temporarily and work until he could afford to return to school.