Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 438: Self-Destruction

Chapter 438: Self-Destruction

"Damn! What the hell is this? Why is Tiffany up there? Is this some kind of movie?"

A male fan shouted angrily.

"Oh my god, Tiffany... she’s actually Hannah! And she’s mocking Ella like this?"

"Did Tiffany lose her mind? Why is she suddenly screaming at a dying patient?"

"Ella might not be the best person, but what the hell is Tiffany even saying? Is this for a movie?"

"No way, this is clearly a hospital! Tiffany’s true colors are showing, and they’re ugly!"

"And look at that heavy makeup—kinda makes her look worse!"

The fans were in an uproar. This version of Tiffany was simply unacceptable.

Her expressions, her words—everything was dripping with venom.

Even in her films, Tiffany had always played inspiring, positive roles. She’d never been associated with such negativity.

On the screen, Eric calmly walked over to Ella’s bedside and sat down.

"Miss Fox," he said icily, "please leave and stop disturbing my wife. I know you’ve been spreading rumors about our divorce, claiming my wife suppressed and framed you, and even slandering her with fabricated scandals about Mr. Anderson. I’ll be sending a formal legal notice to you very soon."

Eric’s cold gaze pierced Tiffany, making her stiffen momentarily.

Instinctively, she glanced at her watch, which still displayed a green light.

This watch had never failed her. It had been tested—if there were any electronic devices nearby, such as phones or recording equipment, the watch would flash red.

With the green light reassuring her, Tiffany steadied herself.

"I spread rumors? Then show me the proof!" she said with a cold laugh. "But I doubt you have any. It’s been nearly a month, hasn’t it, Eric? It seems you’ve finally met a worthy opponent."

She smirked, brushing her slightly disheveled hair back into place. Her scarlet nails contrasted sharply with her pale complexion, adding an unsettling fierceness to her face.

Her smug expression made Ella’s stomach turn.

"Tiffany," Ella said softly, leaning against Eric’s shoulder, "what do you gain from smearing and framing me? Oh, I almost forgot—you’re Hannah. It wouldn’t feel right unless you drove me to the brink, or better yet, caused me to miscarry. Isn’t that your goal?"

Tiffany’s eyes widened in shock. "You... you two didn’t break up?"

She quickly forced a laugh, covering her surprise. "Eric, don’t tell me you’re just playing the role of a model ex-husband. Hah! You regret marrying her, don’t you? She’s dying—it’s her karma! After all, both of you made my life hell. When my mother hears about this in prison, she’ll be so satisfied. Hahaha!"

Ella raised her eyebrows in mock surprise. "Break up? When did we ever split, Miss Fox?" she said, her tone light but pointed. Watching Tiffany’s face twist in frustration, Ella added with a faint smile, "For someone so dedicated to slandering me, I’ll be keeping all the evidence. We’ll meet in court soon enough."

"Slandering you? Yes, I’ve been slandering you!" Tiffany snapped defiantly. "So what? Go ahead, take me to court if you’ve got the evidence! If you had anything on me, you wouldn’t have let me run free all this time. Oh, and by the way, I’m the one who orchestrated the fan frenzy at the airport too!"

Her voice was sharp, her attitude bold.

Eric smirked, his cold gaze unwavering. "I believe, Miss Fox, that many people have just witnessed your true nature. You admitted to slandering my wife yourself. If you had any sense, you’d have kept your mouth shut the moment you saw me."

Ella chuckled softly. "But alas... a reckless mouth leads to one’s own undoing. That’s just who you are. Oh, and by the way," she added, her smile widening, "your watch is impressive."

With that, Ella reached up to her face and slowly peeled off a realistic-looking mask.

The mask, now wrinkled and yellowed, revealed a far healthier and more radiant complexion beneath. In the warm glow of the room’s soft lighting, Ella’s skin even seemed to shimmer slightly, a stark contrast to the pale and sickly appearance she’d displayed moments earlier.

Tiffany was utterly stunned. "You... you tricked me!"

"Why not?" Ella replied with a soft smile, exuding composure and vitality—none of the frailty associated with someone suffering from cancer. "If you can slander me, why shouldn’t I use this method to prove my innocence?"

"No... impossible!" Tiffany stammered, staring at Ella in disbelief. Hadn’t she just fainted days ago?

"You were supposed to have a brain tumor! How can this be?"

Tiffany’s voice was sharp and trembling, her entire body shaking as the realization dawned. Her eyes narrowed in a glare at Eric.

Eric’s voice was icy, colder than winter frost. "Miss Fox, you may hate my wife, but please don’t curse her. When did my wife or I ever confirm such a thing? This nonsense was spread by people with foul mouths—people like you."

Ella nodded lightly, her tone serene. "Eric told me people online were claiming I had a brain tumor. I wanted to clear things up, but he said it wasn’t safe for me to use my phone while taking care of the baby. So, I stayed silent. But, of course, some people have mouths full of poison. They didn’t stop at claiming I had a miscarriage—they fabricated lies about an affair and cancer, too. It’s laughable how quickly people believe such nonsense."

Ella’s gaze sharpened as she continued, her tone unyielding. "Oh, and by the way, Miss Fox—this room is being live-streamed. You might want to check your image. If you don’t believe me, step outside and see for yourself. Your fans have already seen your true colors."

Eric’s cold smile deepened as he delivered his words, the quiet power of his voice unmistakable.

Tiffany’s eyes widened in terror, her gaze darting to the large tree visible through the window. She couldn’t see any cameras, but she understood the limitations of her watch’s range.

Eric wouldn’t bluff about this.

Realization hit her like a thunderbolt: in her eagerness to gloat, she had completely overlooked the possibility of surveillance outside the room. Her detector only worked within an 80-square-meter radius, but this VIP room was enormous. A camera placed outside could easily capture her conversation with Ella in perfect clarity.

Just minutes ago, she had been on top of the world, reveling in her supposed victory. Now, it felt like she had plunged from the heavens straight into hell.

Tiffany, an internationally renowned actress, had just been outsmarted and humiliated by Ella.

"Eric, you’re wrong!" Ella shouted, her voice cracking. "She’s not just Tiffany—she’s Hannah! If she’s innocent, let her take a DNA test with Kevin in front of her fans. Then, I’ll publicly apologize and compensate for every word I’ve said!"

Ella remained unshaken, her expression icy as she stared at Tiffany. "Oh, Hannah," she said, her tone dripping with mockery. "Even after climbing so high, you’re still as despicable as ever. If not for your schemes, there would still be people who believe in you."

She continued coldly, "But the higher you climb, the harder you fall. That’s the justice you deserve."

Ella’s voice turned venomous as she added, "You orchestrated that mob attack on me at the airport, thinking you’d break me. You should’ve known—I’m not someone to mess with."

Tiffany staggered backward, panic evident in her wide eyes. "No! No! Ella, you’re bullying me! You’re suppressing me! You’re slandering me!" she cried, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.

Ella smirked. "Hannah, your memory must be failing. Didn’t you just admit to slandering and framing me? Now you’re denying it again?"

Tiffany’s composure snapped. In a fit of rage, she grabbed a nearby water glass and hurled it at Ella with all her strength.

Eric shot to his feet, catching the glass midair with a swift swipe of his hand. It shattered against the floor, shards scattering everywhere.

"Hannah, you’ve really worn out your welcome," Eric growled, his voice laced with menace. His entire demeanor radiated an aura of danger that sent chills through the room.

Terrified, Tiffany turned and fled, bolting out the door without a backward glance.

Ella let out a long, relieved breath, her body sinking into the bed as the tension in the room finally dissipated.