Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 265: Losing Sanity

Chapter 265: Losing Sanity

Henry quietly approached Grace, who was crying helplessly, and guided her to the sofa. He made a quick call to a doctor he knew, asking them to come over and treat Grace’s wounds.

"Wah wah... Son, why is this happening? Everything I did was for you! I never meant to kill your father... It was him... It was that person..."

Grace continued to cry, clutching Henry’s hand tightly.

"Mom, the reason you’re in this situation is... the sins you’ve committed over the years," Henry said calmly, gently easing his hand away from hers.

In pain from the beating she had endured, Grace looked up at Henry weakly. "Henry... don’t look at me like that... I did it for you, for you..."

Henry gazed at her, emotions swirling inside him—shame, anger, and deep sorrow.

Grace was his biological mother, and seeing her like this broke his heart.

But his anger and shame ran even deeper. To Henry, money was sufficient on its own—there was no need to resort to dirty, disgraceful tactics to acquire it.

"Mom! Are you really doing this for me? Do I actually need money? Am I so sick that I can’t afford treatment? Am I so obsessed with money that it makes me ill? Mom! I have plenty of money; my bank account has millions! I don’t need you using underhanded and evil methods to gain everything. I can’t stand the thought of it... your hands are covered in blood!"

Tears welled up in Henry’s eyes as he gripped Grace’s hand tightly, overwhelmed with pain.

"Mom, please listen to me. Go confess. Just say you were tempted by that person! Normally, you’d only face a sentence of eight to ten years, and when you get out, we can be together again! Don’t make any more foolish decisions!"

Henry’s hopeful gaze left Grace speechless.

This was the son she had raised from childhood—so sensible, so just!

Even though she was the one who had committed the crime, he still urged her to confess!

Grace’s tears started flowing again. "No... I don’t want to go to prison... I can’t bear the thought..."

If she confessed, the stain on her identity as Mrs. Nelson would be permanent.

"I don’t want my identity to be tainted... please don’t!" Grace weakly shook her head.

Henry let out a sarcastic laugh. "You really think that by not confessing, you can maintain a clean identity? The entire internet is filled with your recordings. Everyone knows you’re as vicious as a snake."

Grace was left speechless.

She couldn’t imagine attending social events and facing scorn from others. The thought was unbearable.

"Do you know why those recordings of you and that person got exposed? Mom, I made a bet with my older brother. If you behaved for seven days without doing anything inappropriate, then he would always treat you and Dad with kindness and respect!"

Henry’s voice turned bitter. "If I lose, then I can’t have any thoughts about Ella! I agreed!"

"My brother asked me to give you that earring. It contains a tiny listening device! We both have one..."

Grace stared in shock at her beloved son.

Despair filled her eyes as she realized how she had fallen into this pitiful situation because of Henry’s schemes.

Or maybe it was because her son trusted her too much and betrayed her!

Her own son had given her listening devices that had ruined her reputation.

Is there anything more ironic, more heartbreaking, or more desperate than this?

Grace laughed, but the slight movement made the wound on her face sting.

"...This is what they call retribution, right? Haha, my own son has ruined my reputation!" Tears streamed down her face as her heart ached with confusion and pain.

Henry’s tears fell, too. How could he want his mother to be involved in such a scandal? But without this, how could she ever wake up?

"Mom, please listen to me. I’ll go with you to turn yourself in, okay?" Henry pleaded, his voice filled with sorrow.

Grace sobbed and hugged Henry tightly, a whirlwind of complicated emotions surging within her.

"Mom... I really hope you’ll always be kind and good..."

After they had both cried enough, the doctor arrived to treat Grace’s wounds. Fortunately, her injuries were mostly superficial—just some redness, swelling, and bruises. Nothing serious.

Henry helped Grace back to her room so she could rest. Once he closed the door, Grace picked up her phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Donald, you need to leave right away... our story has been exposed! Get out... he’ll hurt you soon... Eric is going to call the police and have you arrested!"

"What? That bastard actually hurt you? Damn... what evidence could that jerk Eric possibly have?"

"Our recordings have been exposed!" Grace said anxiously. The other person was known for drinking heavily, rarely getting up early the next day.

The response was furious. "Very well... Eric, you’re asking for it! I’ll send someone to take care of him right now!"

The call ended abruptly, leaving Grace in a state of panic. If he acted on his anger now, it would only confirm their involvement in a murder!

When she tried to call back, the line was dead.

"What should I do? He’s going to do something reckless again. Eric must be ready for this. How could he be so impulsive? After all these years, if he kills someone, he’ll face the death penalty!"

Grace felt immense regret. If she had known, she wouldn’t have told him that James had hurt her. Provoking him would only make him lash out in her defense!

With her emotions spiraling, Grace sat in silence, crying. With someone like him loving her, maybe her death was worth it.

...

The recording spread like wildfire, even becoming a hot topic on foreign forums. After all, Eric had invested in numerous industries with his classmates while studying abroad.

He had a stellar reputation in Country W, so with his name now linked to the recording, many took notice.

As a result, the stock price of the Nelson Group plummeted again.

In the conference room, the shareholders wore grim expressions. Grace had caused yet another crisis for the company, and they were fed up with her foolishness.

While they scrambled for solutions, Eric turned off his public phone and relaxed at a seaside bar, sipping his drink.

He called on his private phone. "Honey, you need to stay home and avoid any public places, okay?"

"I know, stop nagging!" Ella replied sweetly.

"You have to be careful too... Eric, are you sure there’s no danger?" Ella’s voice trembled with worry from the other end.