Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 437: Live Broadcast

Chapter 437: Live Broadcast

Ella remained calm, quietly watching Tiffany. The serene expression in her eyes surprised Tiffany and filled her with frustration.

She had come expecting to see Ella agitated, desperate, perhaps even hysterical.

But this woman, no matter the trials she faced, remained as steady as a mountain and as calm as a breeze—even in the face of death.

Tiffany’s chest rose and fell rapidly as her face twisted with anger. "Ella! Why aren’t you saying anything? Why aren’t you crying, begging, or breaking down? Eric abandoned you! Don’t you feel like a failure? Don’t you think you’re pathetic and miserable?"

Ella’s pale lips curved into a faint smile, and despite her sickly pallor, her face seemed to regain a touch of vitality.

"I don’t understand what you’re talking about," Ella said softly. "Eric and I aren’t divorced. He’s just busy and hasn’t had time to visit me. I’m focused on recovering and taking care of myself. Now, please leave so I can rest."

Tiffany let out a wild laugh. "Hahaha... You’re completely delusional! Do you even know how long it’s been since Eric last saw you? He’s already made it clear on Twitter that you lied to him and that he’ll never come back to you. And here you are, still clinging to your self-deception!"

Ella pressed her lips together, lowered her eyes, and remained composed, seemingly unaffected by Tiffany’s taunts.

"Wake up, Ella! Stop dreaming about Eric coming to see you. You’ve lost your mind, don’t you see? Hahaha, Ella, this is your karma! I went insane once, and now it’s your turn!"

Tiffany’s laughter became hysterical as she stared at Ella’s calm, unyielding face. But beneath that laughter, there was a flicker of frustration—Ella’s unshakable demeanor unnerved her.

Ella studied Tiffany’s distorted face and thought to herself, Hannah’s nature hasn’t changed at all.

Even after three years of reinvention, some things remained the same. No amount of time could truly alter one’s character.

Hannah might have improved her acting skills, risen to success in her career, and crafted a new identity as Tiffany.

But in the face of Ella’s misfortune, her true nature shone through—the bitterness and hatred she harbored for the one woman she despised most in the world.

In Hannah’s mind, everything she had suffered was Ella’s fault. Even as Tiffany, her resentment burned brighter than ever.

When she had survived the car crash, saved by the mysterious man who claimed that the assassin had been hired by Eric, her hatred had intensified, driving her to madness.

"Say something, Ella! Did you really think you’d live a charmed life forever? Look at yourself now! You’re nothing but skin and bones, barely alive. You’ve lost your family, your love—you have nothing left! And when you die, it will be painful and disgraceful, with everyone believing the lies about how you sabotaged me and forced me into a supporting role!"

Tiffany’s laughter grew even more reckless as she reveled in her perceived victory.

Ella chuckled lightly in response.

Her laughter was soft and melodious, like the gentle chime of bells, carrying an air of peace and joy.

Tiffany froze for a moment before letting out a pitying laugh of her own. "Ella, you’re really losing it. But I guess that’s how the dying act, isn’t it? Let me tell you something—even if you tried to expose me as Hannah, no one would believe you. I only came here one last time to see how pathetic you are before you die."

Ella furrowed her brow slightly. "Die? What do you mean by that?"

Tiffany hesitated, sensing something was off. But then she reassured herself—after all, the nurse had secretly photographed Ella’s medical records. Ella had no chance of surviving.

Her expression grew darker as she stood. "Don’t play dumb, Ella. Do you think you’re clever? The man I’m with is so smart that even Eric would struggle to uncover him. And when you’re gone, Eric will suffer. I’ll make sure he regrets ever meeting you, marrying you, and loving you!"

Ella smiled faintly. "Exactly. Because your man is too clever, and because your acting is truly top-notch, no matter how much evidence my husband gathers, people will still blame me. But I’ve decided to let the whole world see who you really are."

Tiffany jumped in fright, her eyes darting around the room, searching for any hidden recording devices.

"Don’t worry, there are no devices in this room," Ella said calmly.

"Ella! Stop trying to scare me! Do you even realize how irritating you are? You’ve lost everything—your high-and-mighty father has gone back to Country W. What are you still pretending to be so noble and aloof for? Accept your fate, and maybe you’ll live a little longer."

Tiffany finally relaxed, reassured by Ella’s words that there were no recording devices present.

"Everyone must face death eventually, Hannah, my dear sister. Your day will come too," Ella sighed weakly, her exhaustion showing in her eyes. "Now leave—I need to rest."

Tiffany had no intention of leaving, her smile twisting into something grotesque. "Ella, how does it feel to have miscarried?"

"What does that have to do with you? I didn’t miscarry!" Ella’s voice was sharp, cutting like a blade. "Shut your filthy mouth!"

"Filthy mouth? Ella! Do you know what my fans are saying about you? They call you the most despicable woman alive! They say you got pregnant with Luke’s child and then used your illness as an excuse to get rid of it! You’re the ugliest woman in the world—a schemer who sabotaged me, the glorious Best Actress! You even hired an assassin to kill me! Don’t think I don’t know, Ella. That assassin was hired by Eric!"

Tiffany’s voice was shrill, nearly breaking, as she hurled her accusations. "I wanted nothing more than to stay out of trouble and focus on my acting, but you just couldn’t leave me alone! Even now, as you’re on the brink of death, I want to make sure you die without peace!"

"How odd," Ella said, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. Her eyes were cold and piercing. "You claim the man who killed Brandon was hired by Eric? If you had any evidence, you would have taken it to court by now, wouldn’t you?"

Ella’s tone was icy. "Hannah, don’t let yourself be used by someone else."

Tiffany’s laugh was bitter and filled with venom. Her eyes burned with rage, like a demon in the dark of night. "You wanted me gone! I know it was all of you!"

Ella’s expression didn’t change, her demeanor indifferent. "Miss Davis, even if you returned to S City with a new face and the identity of Tiffany, you’re still just as foolish—manipulated by others without even realizing it."

Tiffany’s anger boiled over. No matter how much she screamed or insulted her, Ella remained calm and composed, never giving her the satisfaction of losing control.

To Ella, Tiffany was nothing more than a passing annoyance.

Creak!

The bathroom door suddenly swung open.

Tiffany froze, her body stiff with fear. Slowly, she turned around to see Eric stepping out, his expression calm and composed.

In that instant, her face went deathly pale.

"Y-you... What are you doing here?"

Tiffany’s terror and disbelief painted a stark picture on her face—a moment that was now being broadcast live on every digital billboard across the city.

Tiffany’s fame was unmatched in S City. Her name was known in every household, and even young children adored her films.

But now, on every screen, fans stood frozen in shock, witnessing this scene unfold in real time.

Tiffany’s perfect image, her poise, her reputation—all shattered in a single moment.