Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 477: Caught in the Act

Chapter 477: Caught in the Act

After returning home, Ella sent the contents of the letter she had photographed to Eric.

Eric glanced at it briefly, his heart skipping a beat. The style... it was eerily similar to the note received when Grandma Davis passed away. That could only mean one thing—perhaps the same person was behind both notes.

"Honey, don’t hide it from me. Have you received similar notes before?" Ella asked softly.

The two little buns were on the floor, nearly drifting off to sleep. After crawling around for a while, they had grown tired and were now lazily sprawled there, their eyelids struggling to stay open.

Their adorable state warmed Eric’s heart. He crouched down, picked up little Dorian, and gently patted his back, while Elias had already dozed off on his own.

"Yes, I received one during Grandma Davis’s burial. But I didn’t think it was anything serious, so I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to worry," Eric said with a smile, placing the now-sleeping Dorian into a nearby crib.

The two little ones quickly settled into a deep sleep. Mrs. Harris and Mrs. Moore quietly left the room, closing the door behind them.

Every night, Ella and Eric spent some time in the nursery before leaving.

...

"I see..." Ella murmured, tucking Elias under his blanket. She gazed at his plump, rosy cheeks, her heart overflowing with tenderness.

"As long as you’re prepared. With our villa’s advanced security system, it’s unlikely anyone could get inside."

Ella lowered the mosquito net over Elias’s crib, her face full of gentle maternal love.

Eric covered Dorian with a blanket, lowered his mosquito net, and walked over to wrap his arms around Ella’s waist from behind.

"Don’t worry. We’ve made it this far together. Some people can’t stand to see us happy, but they lack the power to truly harm us. They’re just playing word games to disrupt our peace of mind," Eric said with a light laugh, his warm breath brushing against Ella’s earlobe, making her shiver slightly.

His large hands began to roam across her body.

Ella’s breathing quickened. "This is the boys’ room. Let’s go back to ours..."

With Mrs. Moore and Mrs. Harris taking excellent care of Elias and Dorian, there was no need to worry about them. Eric swiftly picked Ella up and carried her out of the nursery.

As they passed the staircase, Mrs. Harris and Mrs. Moore exchanged knowing smiles.

"The young master and mistress have been married so long, yet they’re still as sweet as newlyweds. It’s truly enviable," Mrs. Harris said with a chuckle.

Mrs. Moore nodded. "Exactly. In all my years as a nanny, I’ve seen so many couples fall apart within months of having kids—arguing, even divorcing. It’s rare to see a couple this loving."

As a nanny with years of experience, Mrs. Moore had worked with countless families, witnessing divorces and infidelity more often than not. While there were some strong relationships, none matched the sweetness and passion of Eric and Ella’s.

...

In their bedroom, Eric playfully tossed Ella onto the bed and kissed her passionately. The air grew electric, and Ella knew tonight would be another unforgettable night.

Afterward, the room was filled with a lingering warmth. Ella lay in Eric’s arms, tracing circles on his chest with her finger.

Eric kissed her forehead. "Keep teasing me, and I won’t mind going for another round."

Ella burst into laughter. "Do you even have the energy?"

"Try me."

"Alright, alright, I’ll behave," Ella said with a smile. "On your way home, Amanda called to tell me Vivian followed you here?"

Ella didn’t want to ruin the moment but felt it was her duty as a wife to bring it up.

Eric’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. "What’s wrong? Are you jealous?"

"Of course not!" Ella huffed, though her voice held a hint of playfulness.

"Vivian did come, but surprisingly, she didn’t cling to me like she used to," Eric said nonchalantly.

His large hand gently stroked her long, silky hair. The strands were soft, fine, with a few locks resting against her neck and cheek, making her snow-white skin appear even more radiant.

"Is that so? But I heard she called off her engagement with Carl," Ella remarked lazily.

"Yeah, it’s true, but that has nothing to do with me, right? My dear wife, you can’t blame me for that!" Eric said with a teasing smile.

Ella didn’t respond immediately. Vivian’s return left her somewhat puzzled.

However, Ella had met Vivian before and understood that, at her core, Vivian wasn’t a bad person. Even when trying to slander her, Vivian had shown hesitation and panic in her eyes.

She’s... probably not too malicious, Ella thought. After all, David is her older brother.

"What are you thinking about, my love?" Eric asked, noticing her silence. "Vivian is someone I’ll handle. You don’t need to worry. No matter what happens, my love is only for you." His voice turned playful as he leaned in and kissed her firmly.

Ella laughed and playfully pushed him away. Suddenly, she felt that life was truly wonderful.

She had a man she loved, a thriving career, and two handsome little boys who were her treasures.

Surely, no woman in the world could be as happy as she was.

With the arrival of her twin boys, Ella felt her life was complete.

She quietly lay in Eric’s arms, where silence spoke louder than words. He held her hand, gently caressing it, and before long, Ella succumbed to the overwhelming sleepiness.

The moment was serene, beautiful, and perfect.

With the person she loved most by her side, everything felt right. Together, they watched their sons grow—from crawling to walking, through countless falls and tears. Finally, their little buns could walk steadily.

...

On Elias and Dorian’s first birthday, Ella kept the celebration intimate. She invited her uncle’s family, Henry, and a few close friends to a private dinner at the Nelson Group Grand Hotel, reserving two tables.

At 5 PM, Ella held Elias’s hand while Eric held Dorian’s. Together with Lucas, they arrived at the entrance of the reserved private dining room.

A sharp voice suddenly caught Ella’s attention. She looked up to see a pregnant woman grabbing another woman’s hair, screaming and crying.

"You homewrecker! You shameless tramp... Go to hell, you mistress! Peter, are you even human? I’m seven months pregnant, and you’re here fooling around with another woman?"

The angry woman’s piercing voice filled the hallway. Next to her stood a man who, despite his slightly handsome appearance, exuded an air of indifference as he casually smoked a cigarette. He didn’t hold a candle to Eric.

The woman being berated... was Leah.

Ella hadn’t thought about Leah in a long time. Though Leah was technically her cousin, Ella had never acknowledged her as such.

Leah wore a loose dress, her heavily pregnant belly prominently showing—seven or eight months along, by the look of it.

At that moment, little Elias let go of Ella’s hand and happily followed Eric and Lucas into the private dining room.