Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 493: The Extraordinary Little One

Chapter 493: The Extraordinary Little One

They had waited and waited, yet still no good news had arrived. Little Dorian began crying, saying he was hungry and wanted to eat. It was only then that Ella snapped out of her daze.

What was she doing? Even though Elias had been taken away, her youngest son still needed her care!

Ella took her son to the dining room for a meal. The expansive room was eerily quiet, with only Ella and Dorian seated there. Mrs. Harris and Mrs. Moore stood silently to the side, barely daring to breathe.

The table was laden with dishes, all of Dorian’s favorites.

Dorian’s spirits lifted immediately. Ella gently wiped the glistening tears from his cheeks as her little foodie enthusiastically dug in.

This wasn’t so bad, she thought. At least... her youngest wouldn’t be left with lingering fear.

Lucas and the others descended the stairs and approached the dining room. "Ella, eat well. Who knows? Maybe a good meal will bring good news," Lucas said, his heart aching at her dejected demeanor.

Eric pressed his lips together, his cold, stern expression softening as his gaze fell on little Dorian, who was happily engaged in a spirited battle with a rib. A flicker of tenderness crossed his eyes.

At the same time, his resolve strengthened.

The dining room atmosphere remained heavy.

Thankfully, little Dorian’s presence lightened the mood. Pampered by his uncle and grandfather, he happily shared the dishes they passed to him, his sweet words melting their hearts.

"Thank you, Grandpa! I love fish the most!"

"Uncle, when will you get an aunt for me?"

"Dorian, just eat. Stop talking so much, or you might choke," Ella said softly, her voice calm and faint.

Dorian nodded, bringing a finger to his lips and whispering a "shh" to signal his agreement, then resumed eating seriously.

Eric’s heart ached sharply. If his elder son were here... He would have been just as quiet and well-behaved. Unlike many children in Country S, there was no need to chase him around with food. From a young age, both boys had been raised to be diligent and disciplined.

Sitting with Dorian, Elias had once been his quiet partner at the table. But where was Elias now? Was he alright?

At that very moment...

Little Elias stirred awake.

He could hear a loud rumbling noise, like the sound of an engine running. As he opened his eyes, he realized he was inside a small cabin—on a helicopter!

Elias recognized it immediately. On his birthday, he’d flown on a helicopter with Mommy and Daddy to Hainan. Eric had borrowed a friend’s helicopter to save time for the trip.

Elias blinked curiously, only to notice his hands and feet were tied. He turned his head and saw two men in black seated nearby, dozing off, clearly exhausted.

Softly, he called out, "Mommy... Daddy... where are you? Didn’t you say we were going to the zoo? Why... why are we on a helicopter again?"

But the engine noise drowned out his voice, and the men didn’t hear him.

"I’m so hungry. Uncle, wake up! I need something to eat!" Elias shouted, his voice finally loud enough to rouse the man closest to him.

The man opened his eyes to see the little boy staring back at him, his big, tearful eyes shining with innocence.

The man froze for a moment. How long had it been since he’d seen such pure, untainted eyes?

"Uncle, I’m hungry! You have to give me something to eat!" Elias demanded.

The man snorted coldly, grabbing a piece of stale bread from nearby and tossing it to him.

Elias pouted. "But, Uncle, my hands are tied! How am I supposed to eat like this? If I starve, my mommy and daddy will be so sad!"

The naive little boy thought they were playing a game with him. He’d played similar games with his parents before, but they never involved a helicopter ride!

The man in black hesitated. Elias was only three years old. Binding his hands and feet seemed excessive. If they couldn’t keep watch over a child, it would be utterly absurd.

With that thought, he walked over and untied Elias’s restraints.

Little Elias rubbed his wrists, where red marks had been left from the bindings. His soft, delicate voice barely reached the man’s ears over the loud background noise.

"That was really uncomfortable, Uncle. Do you want something to eat?" Elias asked with a bright, untroubled smile, showing no fear or tension.

The man in black sneered coldly. "Facing death and still so calm. I have to admit, Eric raised you well."

Elias blinked innocently. "Uncle, what does ’facing death’ mean? "

The man twitched, caught off guard by the little boy’s unexpected response. This kid was nothing like what he had anticipated. He had assumed all kidnapped children would wail endlessly, consumed with fear. But this one... this one was completely different.

It seemed the doctor had chosen his target well. Such composure and cleverness at such a young age—this child was destined for greatness.

When Elias noticed the man wasn’t in the mood to chat, he decided to stop talking. His head felt a bit dizzy, and though the cold bread in his hands didn’t taste nearly as good as what he had at home, it was still edible.

As he ate, Elias’s bright eyes scanned his surroundings. Several other men were seated nearby. They weren’t asleep anymore, but their faces were cold and emotionless.

"Uncle, why do those uncles look so unhappy? Is it because my mommy and daddy didn’t give you enough money?" Elias asked, not just a playful little guy but also a chatterbox.

"Shut up!" the man snapped irritably.

Elias blinked. This uncle is so mean! he thought. Mommy must have gone all out to find such tough people for this game.

He went back to munching his bread.

Just then, a striking woman sauntered over. "Hey, Black, was that really necessary? This kid’s the doctor’s top priority—don’t go scaring him witless."

"Hmph, this little brat is sharper than he looks," the man grumbled, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and running his fingers over it before reluctantly putting it back. Smoking was prohibited here, after all.

"Well, of course. He’s Eric’s son. How bad could he be?" the woman chuckled and took a seat directly in front of Elias.

Since they were speaking in Country W’s language, Elias didn’t understand a word. He swallowed a bite of bread and looked at the woman curiously. "Pretty lady, are you speaking bird language? It sounds a little like Country W’s language, but there’s so much I don’t understand. Is it bird language?"

The woman had just taken a sip of water, and at his words, she sprayed it everywhere. Coughing violently, she struggled to catch her breath, then turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Little Elias, you’re just too cute. It almost makes me feel bad knowing the doctor’s going to cut open your little head."

This time, she spoke in Country S’s language, and Elias pouted. "What does ’cut open my head’ mean? Is it fun? How come Mommy’s never played that game with me?"

The woman and Black exchanged a look. Talking to this kid was exhausting—it felt like every word was turned against them.

"Oh, it’s lots of fun. You’ll see soon enough. But you have to be a good boy, okay?" the woman said with a smile.

"When will I get to see Mommy and Daddy again?" Elias asked, finding this lady a bit odd and the uncle a bit too harsh.

"I don’t know," the woman replied, hesitating. She wasn’t a killer, after all, and a touch of guilt crept into her voice.

"Where are you taking me? Did Daddy ask you to bring me somewhere fun?" Elias tilted his head, his innocent curiosity completely at odds with the grim atmosphere around him.