Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 246: The Creepy Little Girl

Chapter 246: The Creepy Little Girl

"Auntie... please take me home, there are too many bad people out here... wuuu!" The little girl’s tears sparkled as they rolled down her face. Grace felt a surge of disgust but was forced to maintain her kind and caring image, especially in such a public setting.

"It’s okay, Auntie will take you home. Where do you live?"

"XX Street, XX Alley... I was out shopping with my mommy... and we got separated. I can’t find her, wuuu!" The girl kept crying.

"Alright, don’t cry, don’t cry. Auntie will take you home." Grace smiled warmly, leading the little girl to her car. She planned to drive her home personally. The scene had drawn the attention of several onlookers, many of whom gave Grace approving nods. A few of her acquaintances even took photos and posted them to their social media, praising her act of kindness.

Grace felt a sense of elegant pride, relieved that she had maintained her impeccable public image.

However, half an hour later, the car stopped in a rundown neighborhood.

"Madam, that alley ahead is XX Alley," the driver said.

Nearby was a heap of garbage, its stench unbearable. This was an old "slum" area, yet to be demolished due to ongoing disputes over compensation with the homeowners.

Grace and the little girl got out of the car. The girl stood there hesitantly, "Auntie... I’m scared... please come with me... wuuu..."

Grace felt disgusted when the girl’s dirty hand grabbed her dress. She suppressed her revulsion, maintaining her calm facade, and gently smiled, "Alright, I’ll take you home."

The little girl clung to Grace’s dress, humming a strange tune. One of the bodyguards went ahead to check the area. As they neared the garbage pile, Grace nearly gagged from the overwhelming stench.

"Madam, there’s no one living here! Look at the trash—it hasn’t been cleaned in ages!" the bodyguard reported, perplexed.

Grace’s heart skipped a beat. She turned toward the little girl.

The girl stared at a nearby, dilapidated building and murmured, "Mommy... come out and get Eva... I’m so scared... Oh, I remember, Mommy jumped off the building and killed herself, wuuu... Auntie, can you be my mommy? Mommy doesn’t want me anymore..."

Suddenly, the little girl spun around, her eyes filled with a strange, unsettling glint. She grabbed onto Grace’s clothes even tighter. "Mommy... why did you take so long to come get me? Wuuu... Don’t leave me, Mommy, don’t leave me!"

The girl’s sudden change in behavior caught Grace off guard. Before she could react, the little girl had already wrapped herself around Grace’s legs, clinging tightly.

Looking down at the girl, Grace felt no sympathy, only a rising sense of fear.

Was this child possessed?

The two bodyguards stood frozen in shock.

Had they really been tricked by a little girl? But there was something seriously wrong with this child.

"You... you... let go of me right now!" Grace stammered, trying to pry the girl off her legs. "Be good, Auntie will take you to the hospital, okay? You’re not feeling well..."

"I’m not sick, I’m not sick!" the girl shrieked, then suddenly bit down hard on Grace’s wrist with terrifying force.

Grace let out a scream as fear and panic surged through her. Instinctively, she grabbed the little girl by the hair and slapped her hard across the face.

But the girl still wouldn’t let go, clinging tightly to Grace’s hand. Fear and anger overtook Grace as she fought to free herself. Her face twisted into a terrifying snarl as she increased the pressure, using all her strength.

Finally, the girl, wincing in pain, released her grip.

Yet, before Grace could relax, the girl, still crying, tried to cling to her again. Horrified, Grace shoved the girl into a nearby garbage pile. "Stop her! She’s like a rabid dog!" she screamed, rushing back to her car and slamming the door shut. The girl’s wails echoed more shrilly now, filling the air. The two bodyguards hurried back to Grace’s side.

"That girl isn’t right in the head!" one of the bodyguards remarked, shaken.

"Madam, should we take her to a mental hospital?" the other suggested.

Grace frowned, glancing at the bite mark on her wrist, which was now oozing blood. The eerie and unsettling behavior of the girl repulsed her, filling her with a deep sense of disgust and fear.

"No, no need. Mental hospitals probably wouldn’t accept someone like her anyway," Grace replied coldly.

The bodyguards said no more. Grace scowled at her once-pristine white dress, now smeared with dirty handprints. "Driver, take me to Fashion Square. I need to change my clothes."

"Yes, Madam," the driver replied.

Grace felt the day had been utterly ruined. Still, in front of others, she maintained her calm and collected demeanor. Thankfully, the bodyguards and driver were her people, so there would be no gossip about how she treated the girl. After all, she had only pushed the child—there was no way she’d actually be hurt. The girl would just have to fend for herself.

### Sunday Evening, 5 PM

On a hillside in S City’s B District, Grace’s new mansion was alight with decorations. The vast plaza in front of the mansion was lined with hundreds of luxury cars.

Grace’s new residence was perched on a scenic hillside bend, offering stunning views and conveniently located just ten minutes from downtown. The mansion, purchased at an auction by James a year earlier, was the epitome of luxury.

Grace had pressured James into buying the place after Eric had set fire to their previous home. She had complained that the old house, which once belonged to Victoria, never felt like a proper home for her. Unable to bear her constant worry, James had given in and bought the mansion.

Inside, the mansion was packed with elegantly dressed guests, all praising the new home. The lavish interior, dripping with opulence, clearly showcased the immense care and money that had gone into its design.

When Ella and Eric entered the grand hall, they were met with a staggering crowd. Even the second floor was packed with people, making the space feel overwhelming despite its size. The backyard, too, had its share of guests, enjoying food and drinks in the smaller outdoor plaza.

Grace and James stood at the entrance, greeting guests. Grace wore a deep V-neck red evening gown that highlighted her voluptuous figure. Her makeup was flawlessly applied, enhancing her features and giving her an extra air of sophistication. Around her neck hung a necklace of exquisite jade beads, setting her apart from the crowd.

The jade necklace, along with the two large diamond rings adorning her fingers, made Grace look every bit the part of a wealthy hostess. She radiated a sense of power and luxury, commanding attention wherever she went.

Eric’s eyes flickered with disgust and cold fury. This place, this role, once belonged to his mother, Victoria. Yet now, Grace, the woman who had taken everything, stood here living a life of luxury while his mother’s memory was reduced to ashes. It was unforgivable.

James, dressed in a formal suit, spotted Eric and his face darkened. However, mindful of the public setting, he quickly composed himself, the tension fading from his expression.

"You’re here? Go inside and have some refreshments. I hope you’ll behave yourself and not cause any trouble," James said coolly, his tone indifferent yet sharp.