Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 440: The Identity of the Mysterious Man

Chapter 440: The Identity of the Mysterious Man

Hannah Must Stay Strong—She Can Rise Again with That Man’s Help!

She needed to believe in him.

After a few deep breaths, Tiffany’s emotions gradually settled. "Take me back to the villa in the suburbs," she ordered.

She knew Michelle would be waiting for her there. Though she dreaded the confrontation, she had no choice but to face it.

The car slid into the depths of the dark night. The pitch-black sky, heavy with looming clouds, seemed to conceal a ferocious beast, ready to devour anyone in its path.

Meanwhile, Back in the Hospital.

Eric gently wiped Ella’s face clean.

"There, sweetheart, you’re as radiant as ever," he said with a soft laugh, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "You’ve been through so much."

Ella smiled faintly, but a flicker of worry crossed her eyes. "It’s nothing, but... our baby..."

"Our baby will be just fine," Eric said firmly.

On the day Ella fainted and was admitted to the hospital, she had undergone a CT scan. While the results ruled out a brain tumor, the scan’s radiation could have implications for the fetus.

Dr. Bell had been alarmingly blunt at first, given the Carter family’s history of brain tumors. Ella’s grandmother, Grandma Carter, and other relatives had succumbed to the condition. Lucas had also emphasized this risk multiple times.

Combined with Ella’s symptoms, which closely mirrored those of a brain tumor, Dr. Bell had felt compelled to deliver a cautious diagnosis.

However, Dr. Bell never confirmed the presence of a tumor. When the final report came back clear, she expressed her relief and even apologized to Ella. After all, it wasn’t entirely the doctor’s fault—it turned out Ella was suffering from severe nervous exhaustion.

Her tendency to experience headaches when stressed was likely a lingering aftereffect of the intense worry she endured while Eric had been kidnapped.

Ella hadn’t thought much about it at the time, but the mention of Tiffany stirred a realization in her mind. Hannah’s dramatic "resurrection" seemed calculated to bring about her downfall.

As an award-winning actress with significant influence, Hannah’s reputation wasn’t easily tarnished. Even if Ella could prove her innocence through conventional means, fans might still doubt the evidence as fabricated.

Ella had devised her plan, understanding that Hannah, though now Tiffany in appearance, remained the same arrogant, high-strung woman at heart.

If Ella suffered a miscarriage, developed a brain tumor, or lost Eric, Hannah would undoubtedly seize the opportunity to flaunt her supposed brilliance and success.

Ella had deliberately kept her distance from Eric for nearly a month, ensuring Hannah would fall into the trap.

Once Hannah disguised herself and left the villa, Eric, informed by his sources, rushed to the hospital.

Taking precautions, he hid in the bathroom while Mia was momentarily distracted.

Mia, upon noticing Eric’s sudden reappearance, was utterly shocked. Weren’t Eric and Ella rumored to be divorced? Why were they now so close?

Mrs. Harris, delivering a late-night snack, was overjoyed and moved to tears at the scene.

"In three months, we’ll be able to do an ultrasound," Eric said gently. "Dr. Bell mentioned that while the CT scan does involve some radiation, you were wearing a high-grade protective suit. Plus, modern equipment is much safer than before. Just focus on taking care of yourself and the baby."

He clasped her hand tightly, his voice full of quiet determination. "Leave the rest to me."

With Tiffany’s true identity as Hannah now exposed, her downfall was inevitable. Whether it led to a mental collapse, rejection by her fans, or both, her fate would be tragic beyond measure.

"I understand," Ella said softly, her smile gentle as she caressed her stomach. "I’ll take good care of myself and the baby. My appetite’s even improved a little these past two days." Her eyes sparkled with a warmth that softened her delicate features.

"Be cautious, though. The man behind Hannah—he’s not simple, is he?"

"Simple or not, I’ve already figured out who he is."

Ella’s curiosity bubbled over. "Tell me now! No teasing!"

"He’s Matthew Miller, an illegitimate son of Bowen Miller," Eric began. "His identity is well hidden—few people other than Bowen and Matthew’s mother are aware of it. While he doesn’t enjoy the Miller family’s protection, he’s always benefited from Bowen’s financial support. When I started investigating the Millers, Bowen involved Matthew in their plans against me."

Eric’s voice grew colder. "Matthew used to be a celebrated director but suffered a nervous breakdown, which led him to abandon filmmaking. With Bowen’s funding, he started a small company and leveraged his connections to become a member of the Golden River Awards Association. He’s married, with a gentle wife and two adorable kids. On the surface, he’s the perfect husband and father—no one would ever suspect him of having an affair with Hannah."

Ella’s expression darkened. "A façade of a perfect family man, but really just a dirty little worm..."

She wasn’t surprised. Too many male celebrities in the industry cultivated images of devoted husbands and fathers, only for scandals to shatter their reputations overnight.

"What tipped me off," Eric continued, "was his alleged infatuation with a female star from Country S. It was dismissed as a rumor, but during that time, his ’travel-loving’ wife stayed unusually close to him."

A sharp glint flashed in Eric’s eyes. "A woman’s intuition is powerful. She must have sensed something, which is why she stuck by his side."

Ella couldn’t help but laugh. "How can you suspect someone over something so minor? I hope your luck holds, and you’ve guessed the right man!"

Seeing her laugh again filled Eric’s heart with warmth. For nearly a month, he hadn’t been able to see her—a tormenting stretch of time. But he respected her wishes to deal with Hannah in her own way, knowing it was the only way to reveal her true face to the world.

"The smallest details often reveal the biggest truths," Eric said with a knowing smile. "When we’re out shopping, watch couples. Some walk hand in hand but have no exchange of glances or emotion. Those are just couples putting on a show." He offered her another spoonful of porridge.

Ella took it slowly and whispered, "Thank you, Eric... for respecting me."

Eric could have taken a quicker, more decisive route to end this ordeal, but he chose to support Ella’s approach. He had faith that she wouldn’t let her emotions overwhelm her and trusted in her ultimate success.

Eric’s starry eyes glimmered with tenderness as he gazed at her. "I should be thanking you instead—for bearing our child in such a hostile environment, enduring rumors and insults."

He held her hand tightly, his resolve unshakable. At some point, Mia and Mrs. Harris had slipped away, leaving them alone.

Eric looked at Ella’s thin face, his heart aching. Early pregnancy had hit her hard, with constant nausea leaving her noticeably frail in just over a month.

Being a woman was no easy feat. Being a pregnant woman was even harder. He swore silently to himself that he would spend his life cherishing and protecting her.