Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 444: Scorned by All

Chapter 444: Scorned by All

"Alright, I’ll go with you. Otherwise, I won’t feel at ease," Eric said, nuzzling her cheek, his eyes glowing with warmth. "As long as work doesn’t overwhelm me, I’ll always stay by your side, watching our little one grow day by day."

Ella’s face was radiant with a soft maternal glow, her smile gentle and full of warmth. "With such a wonderful dad, this little one is bound to be so happy."

Eric pressed his lips together, his heart overflowing with warmth. He hadn’t felt the sweetness of happiness since he was seven years old.

After meeting Ella, realizing her struggles mirrored his past, and being charmed by her cleverness, he understood—happiness had started with her.

"Thank you, my love," Eric said tenderly.

His heart brimmed with affection, and if it weren’t for her pregnancy, he thought with a mischievous grin, he would have pampered her in ways words couldn’t describe.

At the top of the stairs, a solitary figure stood—Luke.

He had heard about Ella’s discharge and had come for dinner at Lucas’s request. Yet, upon arriving, he was greeted by the sight of their sweet, intimate moment.

Without a word, he turned and descended the stairs, not wanting to disturb the loving couple.

6:00 PM.

Tiffany sat in the dining room, her breath uneven, her heart racing with panic.

For days, she hadn’t dared to go online, answer the phone, or even step outside for fresh air.

Now, she finally understood how Brianna must have felt when everyone turned against her.

Tiffany—or rather, Hannah—had learned the hard way that changing her face to Tiffany’s didn’t mean she could become her.

The real Tiffany had died in a car accident, and Hannah had seized the opportunity to impersonate her, thinking a new identity would allow her to reappear in Ella’s life and thrive.

She was wrong.

She never should have trusted Matthew. If he truly had evidence, he wouldn’t have... seduced her into submission, convincing her to believe in him.

Hannah gasped for air, feeling like the world’s most foolish woman.

Just then, the maid nervously entered with a tray of food, setting it carefully on the table as though afraid to provoke Hannah’s wrath.

For the past few days, Hannah’s expression had been dark and menacing, her gaze sharp as a predator’s, as though she wanted to flay everyone alive. The maid, holding on for the sake of her decent salary, tolerated it with gritted teeth.

As the maid tried to retreat quietly, Hannah snapped, "Stop!"

Startled, the maid turned back, her face pale with fear. "M-Miss, is there something else you need?"

"Why are you so scared? Are you hiding something?" Hannah’s beautiful eyes glinted with malice as she stood and lifted the maid’s chin with a cold finger.

The maid frantically shook her head. "No... I haven’t done anything wrong, Miss. Please don’t overthink it."

Hannah stared at the maid’s terrified face, a wave of inexplicable irritation rising within her. Her cold smile deepened. Lately, every maid in the house looked at her as though she were a monster, ready to devour them.

But it only made her find their faces even more annoying.

"If you haven’t done anything wrong, then why the panic?"

"I didn’t... Miss, please believe me!" The maid was on the verge of tears, her voice trembling. "I swear I’ve done nothing wrong. Please don’t doubt me..."

Hannah let go of the maid’s chin with a look of disdain. She despised people looking at her with such pitiful eyes. With a sudden burst of anger, she slapped the maid across the face.

"Why are you crying? Who are you trying to fool with that act? There aren’t any men here, so stop pretending to be so pitiful!"

The young maid was just a poor college student trying to earn some extra money to cover her living expenses. Coming from an impoverished family, she had to take on part-time work to make ends meet.

Initially, she was thrilled to work for Hannah, the once-dazzling Best Actress.

But her excitement quickly faded. After Hannah’s true identity was exposed, her world unraveled. Now, every day the maid came to clean, she was consumed by fear.

And as fate often works, the things you fear most are the ones that happen.

The next moment, Hannah, losing control of her emotions, lashed out, kicking the maid in the stomach.

"Disgusting! Why are you crying here? You’re so annoying!" she yelled.

The young maid fell to the ground, clutching her stomach in pain, and scrambled to her feet, attempting to flee. But before she could, Hannah grabbed her by the hair and snarled, her face twisted with rage.

"You think I’m a failure now, don’t you? You’ve been mocking me in your head, haven’t you? Laughing at me? Well, go on, laugh! Mock me to my face!"

Tears poured down the maid’s cheeks. "No... no, I never thought that!" she cried desperately.

Hannah’s grip tightened, pulling at the maid’s scalp until it felt like her skin might tear.

"Please, stop! Let me go! I didn’t think that—please!" the maid sobbed, her voice broken with fear.

Hannah let out a crazed laugh, mercilessly tormenting the girl until she collapsed on the floor, motionless. Only then did Hannah stop.

"Let’s see who dares to mock or underestimate me now," she muttered coldly. "I’ll deal with them all one by one."

Glancing at the meal the maid had prepared, Hannah felt a wave of irritation. She had once been a celebrated actress, adored by countless fans, dining on the finest gourmet cuisine.

Now, after her fall from grace, even her chef had quit—unable to tolerate her volatile behavior—leaving without even collecting their wages.

Unable to bear the suffocating atmosphere, Hannah stormed upstairs, applied her makeup meticulously, making herself look as glamorous as possible, and left the house with her bodyguards.

She walked with the air of a queen, commanding attention wherever she went.

But the moment she stepped onto the street, she was met with strange looks and jeers.

"Look! The Queen of Toxic Scandals is here!" someone shouted.

"Get lost! You betrayed us!"

"Why isn’t a reporter interviewing her?"

"Interview her? What if she goes crazy and attacks someone?"

"Exactly. Her acting is so good—what if she tricks the reporters too?"

"Look at her, heading to a fancy hotel to eat like nothing happened. Shameless!"

Among the crowd were several young women who had once been Hannah’s fans. But after the revelations, their idol had turned into someone they loathed.

Hannah entered the nearby S Hotel, a popular spot bustling with diners. Her appearance caused an immediate stir, with several patrons pulling out their phones to snap photos.

At first, Hannah felt a smug sense of satisfaction. Even with the scandals, these "brainless fans" were still chasing after her, weren’t they?

But the murmurs around her quickly wiped away her pride.

"Hey, isn’t that Tiffany? Wait, no, she’s Hannah now!"

"Yeah, that’s the one who slept with a doctor to get fake documents. Can you believe she pretended to be Tiffany?"

"Disgusting. Tiffany must be rolling in her grave."

"How does she still have the nerve to show her face in public? Ugh, I’ve lost my appetite."

Hannah’s face darkened, her breathing quickening. Her head buzzed with angry, incoherent thoughts, voices screaming inside her mind.

She felt like she was on the verge of losing her sanity.