Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 459: Exposing Her Tricks

Chapter 459: Exposing Her Tricks

Vivian saw David and Eric, her face full of grievance, though no more tears would come. "Brother, how can you believe others over me? I’m your sister!"

Eric cast a cold glance at Vivian, then gently took Ella’s hand, his tone exceptionally soft. "I’m sorry. I looked away for a moment and didn’t realize Vivian was causing trouble again."

Ella gave a faint smile. She knew he’d done it on purpose, deliberately allowing Vivian to draw attention to herself. Without a proper lesson, Vivian would never stop.

"Vivian, what happened?" Eric’s icy gaze made Vivian shrink back slightly. "I... I just wanted to say a few words to Miss Davis, but she had her companion push me away and told me to get lost and stop bothering you..." Vivian murmured.

David frowned, casting a skeptical glance at Ella.

Vivian was, after all, his sister. He felt that while she was willful and unreasonable, she wouldn’t outright lie like this.

As for Ella, she was the bride today. Facing a woman like Vivian, how could she not feel jealous? And considering Vivian’s prominent background, it wouldn’t be surprising if Ella felt some envy or fear.

"Miss Davis, is what Vivian said true?" David asked softly.

Eric gave David a cool look. If David weren’t his friend, he would have thrown Vivian and her entourage out long ago.

"Ella doesn’t lie, nor would she do something like this. Have you forgotten she’s pregnant? Vivian, you’re lying," Eric said flatly.

Vivian’s face turned crimson, and she quickly shook her head. "I’m not lying..."

Carl’s expression was full of anger. "You people in Country S are unbelievable. How can you treat guests like this? Clearly, this woman is too wild—"

"Mr. Carl, Miss Vivian, do you really want to tear this apart further?" Ella interrupted calmly, her brow lightly furrowed. "Can we just treat this as a misunderstanding and move on?"

"Absolutely not! You pushed me down!" Vivian shouted, assuming Ella was backing down out of fear.

Mia had had enough. She raised her phone with a cold smirk. "Sorry, but when we came in, I suspected Miss Vivian might cause trouble, so I recorded everything. The truth is all here. Miss Vivian, it won’t be so easy to slander us. Did you think Ella is a naïve three-year-old? There are too many troublemakers like you these days; we have to be prepared!"

With that, she played the video without hesitation.

Vivian’s face turned pale. "No... no, don’t!"

The crowd couldn’t help but find the situation amusing. Ella, having weathered storms and challenges over the past few years, was a force to be reckoned with. Few women could slip through her grasp unscathed.

If not for her vigilance, she would have fallen victim to troublemakers like Vivian long ago.

Carl, stunned, watched the video, which clearly showed Vivian sitting down of her own accord and then screaming.

The video was only shown to Carl and David, with Mia ensuring that other guests couldn’t see it.

"That’s enough, Mia. Turn it off," Ella said calmly, casting a glance at Vivian, whose face was ashen. "I understand you like Eric, but I’m sorry—he’s my husband. I’ll take good care of him. I hope you’ll find your own happiness soon, Miss Vivian."

David, furious, glared at Vivian. "Apologize to Miss Davis immediately!"

Vivian lowered her head, while Eric’s expression remained icy. "Vivian, you’re not a child anymore. Stop acting like a three-year-old."

Ella glanced at David. "Let’s put this behind us. Miss Vivian, I don’t want something like this to happen again. The food’s getting cold—aren’t you hungry, Miss Vivian?"

Vivian nervously lifted her head. Though only Eric, David, and Carl had seen the video, her face burned with embarrassment. She hadn’t expected Ella to be so prepared against her.

"I... I’m hungry. Let’s go eat, Carl!"

With that, Vivian lowered her head and quickly dragged an equally flushed Carl out of the women’s restroom.

Carl, though eccentric, had no backbone when it came to Vivian. Now, after being so thoroughly humiliated by Ella’s counter, his aristocratic pride left him feeling deeply ashamed.

"It’s over. Everyone, let’s disperse," Eric said calmly. Seeing that Ella didn’t press Vivian further, he chose not to pursue the matter. After all, Vivian was no match for Ella. In Eric’s eyes, she was no more than a petulant child in comparison.

The onlookers scattered. Vivian’s face remained red, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. David ignored her entirely. After lunch, however, he pulled her into a guest room and gave her a thorough scolding.

Vivian sat, despondent and heartbroken. "Brother, I’ve loved Eric for so many years... how can I just give up?"

"And what about Carl?" David countered, his tone exasperated. "Carl has waited for you since childhood. How can you betray his loyalty? Do you want him to end up like you—pining for someone who doesn’t care about him?"

David glared at her, frustration evident. "Miss Davis isn’t someone to be trifled with. If you pull something like this again, neither she nor Eric will let you off so easily. Eric loves her deeply. Do you really think he’ll have any mercy on you? This time, because Miss Davis chose not to make a fuss, Eric let it slide."

David’s tone softened slightly. "You’ll return home with me immediately after the wedding banquet. There’s no reason for you to stay here."

Vivian shook her head stubbornly. "No, I want to stay!"

Carl, standing nearby, looked at Vivian with sorrow. "Vivian, how can you behave like this? You’re someone of standing. Even if... you want to do something underhanded, you can’t leave evidence behind! Besides, Eric doesn’t even care about you. If that video gets out, your uncle will be furious!"

"Carl’s right," David said, nodding in agreement. "If your uncle finds out, Eric won’t escape his wrath either. It’s better for everyone if you come back with me and give up on Eric. Miss Davis is pregnant—can’t you see how cruel it would be to destroy their family?"

Vivian continued to cry, knowing deep down that she was in the wrong. Yet Eric was the first man to ever make her heart race. How could she let go so easily?

Carl was growing increasingly frustrated. The failed attempt to kidnap Ella had already made him realize how formidable Eric and Ella were as a couple. Despite being a noble, Carl had crossed a line into criminality—something he had only done because he felt he had no other choice.

Now, watching Vivian throw another tantrum, he was truly angry.

For over a decade, Carl had treated Vivian with nothing but devotion. He’d never lost his temper with her before, but today he realized he had been nothing more than a backup plan. Perhaps not even that—just a tool.

"Enough with the tears!" Carl snapped. "Vivian, you know this is going nowhere. Why keep pushing?"

His phone suddenly rang. Glancing at the screen, he saw it was his mother calling. Stepping onto the balcony to take the call, Carl returned two minutes later, his face grim.

"I need to book a flight home immediately," he said, his voice tight. "Father’s had a heart attack because of all this!"