Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 475: The Mysterious Package

Chapter 475: The Mysterious Package

The weather was gradually cooling as late autumn arrived. Leaves fluttered down like lazy butterflies, drifting until they finally blanketed the ground.

The city was steeped in autumn’s essence, with clear blue skies and fluffy white clouds. People hurried past, each carrying their own stories. Yet, the story of Eric and Ella had touched countless hearts.

The little buns, Elias and Dorian, were now eight months old. They had begun learning to crawl, much to Lucas’s delight. He often marveled at how clever the twins were and how healthy they seemed. At barely nine months old, they were already crawling and rolling across the floor, exploring and searching for their favorite things.

...

At sunset, the sky was ablaze with colors, layers of crimson clouds casting a vibrant glow over the sea.

Ella and Eric, each carrying one of the twins, strolled along the flower-lined path in front of their villa.

"Elias, look over there—that’s the sunset. Isn’t it beautiful?" Eric said with a soft laugh, pointing at the glowing sun.

Elias, though not seeing the sunset for the first time, still widened his eyes in wonder. He reached out with his chubby little hand, as if trying to grab it.

In Ella’s arms, Dorian excitedly waved his hands and babbled loudly, his face alight with joy.

"It’s stunning, isn’t it? Look, do you see that butterfly?" Ella pointed to a colorful butterfly flitting ahead of them.

Dorian’s excitement only grew. He stopped moving and stared wide-eyed at the butterfly as it danced in the air.

...

Nearly every evening, as long as it wasn’t raining, Ella and Eric would take the twins outside for a walk. Sometimes, they visited Amelia and Richard, who were now married and expecting their first child in three months.

The couple had nearly broken up over a trivial issue in the past, but their relationship had since stabilized, and Amelia no longer worried about those who tried to tempt Richard.

Among the twins’ admirers, Nathan, Charles’s four-year-old son, was their biggest fan. Every time he saw Elias and Dorian, he would eagerly bring out all his toys for them to play with.

Ella made it a point to take the twins out weekly, introducing them to the world and helping them meet new people.

...

As they continued their walk, Eric suddenly felt a warmth spreading across his chest. He looked down and realized, with dismay, that Elias had just wet his shirt.

"Elias! You’ve gifted Daddy again! My shirt!" Eric cried out, exasperated.

Ella chuckled. "Well, that’s what you get for not learning how to hold him out for a potty break."

Eric sighed in defeat. He wasn’t fond of the traditional technique of holding the babies out to "go," so Elias often ended up wetting on him instead.

"Alright, that’s it. Let’s head home so I can change," Eric said, wrinkling his nose at the faint smell of urine clinging to his clothes. He, the mighty CEO, had truly been reduced to the role of a stay-at-home dad.

But as soon as Eric turned to leave, Elias began wailing in protest, clearly unhappy about cutting the walk short.

With no other choice, Eric turned back to follow Ella, and the little one instantly quieted down.

Ella winked playfully at Eric. "Our son’s figured it out—he loves being outside now. As long as Dorian stays out, Elias won’t want to go home either."

Hearing his mom, Elias cooed and babbled excitedly, waving his arms.

Eric resigned himself to his fate, walking another lap in his damp shirt while carrying his cheerful son.

...

Later that evening, Richard and Brian invited Eric out, giving him a much-needed break from five days of staying home. For the first time in a while, Eric left the house to catch up with his friends.

Meanwhile, Ella stayed home, eating dinner while Mrs. Harris and Mrs. Moore fed the twins porridge. At over eight months old, the little buns could now enjoy solid food.

Ella ate in silence, careful not to distract the babies. She believed in fostering good habits from a young age, so mealtimes were for eating—no unnecessary movements or distractions.

Although it felt a bit unnatural to her, she was determined. Babies, after all, were blank slates, and instilling positive habits early on was crucial.

Ella had just finished her dinner. The two little ones had finished eating earlier and were now playing on a mat in the living room.

Elias grabbed a cute little rubber duck, ran his tiny hands over it a few times, then put it in his mouth to chew.

Meanwhile, Dorian was playing with a small abacus, sliding the jade beads back and forth, producing a pleasant jingling sound.

Ella sat down nearby, and the two little ones immediately reached out, tugging at her clothes. "What is it, Elias? Dorian? Where do you want to go? Do you want to go outside?"

At the mention of going out, Dorian instantly climbed onto Ella’s lap, babbling excitedly.

Not wanting to be left out, Elias leaned over and playfully bit Ella’s hand.

"Oh, Elias! Why are you biting me? Mommy’s hand isn’t clean," Ella said with a laugh. Picking him up, she turned on the music switch nearby.

The living room was soon filled with a lively, cheerful rhythm.

Dorian waved his arms enthusiastically, as if he were a natural-born musician.

Mrs. Harris, watching from the side, smiled knowingly. This family’s constant joy gave her a sense of peace and contentment.

...

At that moment, Eric called. "Honey, do you want to come out for a bit?"

"No, thanks! I’m staying home with the boys!"

There was a nanny at home, along with formula milk, so Ella could have easily gone out for a bit of fun. But for her, being able to spend every moment with her little ones was the greatest joy.

"Aren’t you bored? If you really don’t want to come out, I’ll come home early!" Eric said. In the background, upbeat music and faint laughter from men and women could be heard.

"I’m not going out. You can stay as late as you want," Ella replied gently, her tone warm and soft. After saying goodbye to Eric, she hung up the phone.

...

Just then, Mia walked in from outside. "Ella, you have a package!"

Mia’s cheeks were flushed. Although Luke hadn’t officially pursued her, she had noticed his growing jealousy over the past few weeks, which filled her heart with joy.

Ella frowned, looking at the small box in Mia’s hands. "I haven’t ordered anything recently. Why would I have a delivery?"

Mia looked cautious. "Do you want me to open it outside?"

Ella hesitated for a moment, and Mia added with a light laugh, "Don’t worry—it’s not a bomb or anything. It was delivered by XX Courier, a professional service. If there were explosives, it wouldn’t have passed through their system."

Nodding, Ella said, "Alright, take it outside and see what it is."

Mia agreed and carried the package outside to open it. A few years back, incidents with so-called "death packages" had led to strict regulations in the courier industry. Now, dangerous items were strictly prohibited from being shipped.

With this in mind, Mia wasn’t too concerned about any danger. Using a small knife, she carefully sliced through the tape sealing the box and opened it.

Inside was a letter.

Mia and the two bodyguards who had come over to watch exchanged curious glances. Someone had sent Ella a letter via courier? And in such an urgent manner?