Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 522: A Tense Moment!

Chapter 522: A Tense Moment!

Elias lit up with excitement. "Yay! Mommy, what yummy things can we find on this island?"

Ella shook her head. "I don’t know, sweetie. I’ve never been here before. Look over there... it looks like there are some wild fruits." She chuckled softly.

"Those fruits are poisonous. Highly toxic," Logan warned in a low voice.

Ella glanced at him deliberately but said nothing. She took Elias by the hand and continued searching. However, since she had a child with her, she didn’t dare venture too deep into the wilderness.

They circled the coastline, but aside from the toxic fruits Logan had mentioned, there was nothing edible to be found.

What now?

Were they really going to go hungry?

Ella’s mouth was dry as she led Elias back to their original spot, only to find that Logan had drawn a large "HELP" in the sand. Meanwhile, he had gathered a good amount of mussels from the shore.

Logan started a fire and silently roasted the shellfish.

Ella suddenly felt that Logan might actually be useful.

Sure, the plane was out of fuel, but at least they weren’t trapped on the research island with that lunatic.

Even though she had her hidden weapon in her bracelet, it didn’t guarantee smooth sailing. If anything unexpected happened, she and Elias could easily end up in a dire situation.

"They’re ready. Here," Logan said, handing over a skewer of roasted mussels.

Ella took it and passed it to Elias. "Try it, sweetheart."

The little boy took a bite of the slightly charred mussel and grimaced. "It’s so bad..."

Ella was speechless.

Of course, it wouldn’t taste as good as home-cooked food. Back in Country S, barbecue came with all sorts of seasonings—this was just plain survival food.

"You have to eat, even if it doesn’t taste good. Otherwise, what will you do if you starve?" Ella patted his head gently, smiling.

"Mommy, I’m thirsty!"

Logan stood up. "I have half a bottle of water left."

While Ella and Elias were searching the island earlier, he had gone back to the plane and found the bottle he had been drinking from.

Ella frowned. She didn’t want her son drinking from something Logan had already used, but...

"Drink some first," she said cautiously.

Logan had no choice but to take a small sip to prove it was safe.

Elias’ throat was parched. The harsh sea wind only made the thirst worse. Though it was winter, the sun was warm, and their bodies were rapidly losing moisture.

After drinking some water and eating a few mussels, Ella took Elias back to the plane.

Another day passed.

Food was running out.

The half bottle of water had dwindled to a third.

Ella’s lips were dry and cracked, but she still refused to take even a sip, fearing that if they ran out, Elias would become dehydrated.

What should she do? Why hadn’t Eric come yet?

While searching the plane, Ella found a stash of bread—clearly Logan’s. The man was stunned that she had discovered his hidden food supply.

Ella instantly became more wary.

So, this guy had been hoarding food all along? Was he planning to starve her and her son to death?

That large bag of bread was enough to feed all three of them for several days.

But without water, Ella had no choice but to collect tiny amounts of morning dew for her and Elias.

By the second day—

Eric still hadn’t arrived.

Meanwhile, Eric had flown back to a location with a signal, taking seven to eight hours to do so. He had received updates from Lucas but found no news about Logan, Ella, or Elias. Anxious beyond belief, he refueled and immediately flew back.

This detour had cost them an entire day.

But Ella knew nothing about this.

To her, Logan was just another member of the Scott family, no different from Mason and his scheming ways.

After collecting more dew on the second morning, she returned to the beach, scanning the area as if looking for something.

Elias watched in confusion. "Mommy, what are you looking for?"

"I’m looking for my gun... I think I lost it," Ella murmured softly, her voice low, yet it was just loud enough for Logan, standing not too far away, to hear.

A glint of cold light flashed through Logan’s eyes.

In life-and-death situations, people were always selfish.

Ella searched around, but when she couldn’t find it, she had no choice but to give up and return to the plane with her son.

After eating a little bread, Elias weakly tugged at Ella’s sleeve. "Mommy... I’m so thirsty. When can we have water again?"

The little bit of morning dew they had collected was far from enough to quench their thirst. Ella’s eyes reddened. "Just hold on a little longer, sweetheart. Daddy will be here soon!"

She looked at her son’s chapped lips—hers were no better.

Elias nodded drowsily, too exhausted to complain anymore. Ella placed him in his seat. "Sleep well. When you wake up, Daddy will be here."

"Really? Yay!" Hearing Ella’s promise, little Elias happily closed his eyes.

Children were innocent. They never truly understood the dangers they were in.

Ella, however, didn’t want to tell him the truth—that she wasn’t entirely sure they’d be rescued. All she could do was wait.

As Elias drifted off for his afternoon nap, Ella also shut her eyes, resting her hand inside her pocket.

Her fingers curled around the cold metal of her gun.

It was still there.

She had never really lost it.

Ella was merely testing Logan. The man was cunning—he had hidden food from her, clearly hoping she and Elias would starve.

She couldn’t have a walking time bomb by her side.

If he was willing to hoard food, who knew what else he was capable of? Maybe one day, when she was too weak to resist, he would turn on her.

So... she needed this test.

Would Logan make his move now, believing she was unarmed?

At that moment.

Beneath the plane, Logan slowly stood up, a sinister smile curling at his lips.

Her gun is gone. Perfect.

The only thing that had stopped him from striking earlier was the threat of Ella’s gun. He had long wanted to fight back—he hated being threatened by a woman.

Of course, even if they managed to escape, the Scott family would eventually fall, and he wouldn’t be able to secure a good future.

After thinking it over, he concluded that killing Ella was his best option. If she died, no one would know what had happened on the research island.

That way, Logan could return to the Scott family and regain Mason’s trust. He wouldn’t have to return to a life of poverty.

Logan and Isaac were from the same bloodline, distant relatives of Mason. But overall, Mason had treated him well. If he really helped Ella escape, it would mean the downfall of the Scott family.

Now that her gun was gone, how could he pass up this opportunity?

Gripping the thick hunting stick he had picked up earlier, Logan took slow, deliberate steps toward the plane’s cabin.

Ella’s eyes snapped open.

She saw Logan stepping inside, his face cold and cruel, a wicked smirk playing at his lips.

She curled her own lips slightly.

This man was exactly as she had expected—kind on the surface, but deep down, just as vicious and treacherous as Mason and Isaac.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Ella asked in a low voice, careful not to wake Elias.

Logan sneered. "What do you think? Obviously... I’m going to kill you."

Ella remained calm, watching him. "I knew I was right about you. A smiling tiger in disguise. But... can you at least leave Elias out of this? You could tell my husband that you saved him. He would be grateful to you."

Logan shook his head. "I’m not that stupid. If I leave the kid alive, he could testify against me."

Ella tightened her grip on the gun in her pocket. Her palms were damp with sweat.