Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 527: She’s Here

Chapter 527: She’s Here

This time, Ella threw up badly. Eric had the bodyguards watch the kids while he rushed to her side, patting her back and helping her catch her breath.

Little Elias and little Dorian had no idea what was going on and were about to follow, but the bodyguard quickly stopped them.

"Uncle, what’s wrong with mommy?" Elias asked, while Dorian kept struggling, "Uncle, I want to go over there, let go of us..."

"Your mommy ate something bad, she’ll be fine soon," the bodyguard softly explained. It was Eric who didn’t allow the two little masters to go over.

Ella vomited for about two minutes before the nausea finally stopped. Eric silently handed her a bottle of water. She took a sip and rinsed her mouth.

Her limbs felt weak, and her forehead was drenched in cold sweat.

"Ella, listen to me, go see a doctor, okay?" Eric looked at her pale face, furrowing his brow with a deep sense of worry.

He wanted to help Ella so badly, but Lucas had said that Ella might be too traumatized. After all... it was the first time she had shot someone, even though she hadn’t killed Logan.

But that kind of situation was unforgettable, and it’s normal to have some psychological scars.

Ella shook her head. "No need, I’ll be fine as long as I don’t see scenes like that again."

She had already died once; she didn’t believe such a small shadow could get the better of her!

Eric’s expression darkened slightly. "Ella, you should see a doctor, it’s better to get treatment as soon as possible..."

"I know, I’m aware of it," Ella nodded weakly, leaning against Eric as he helped her back to the car.

If this kind of thing happened again, then she’d consider seeing a doctor.

"Mommy, what’s wrong?"

"Mommy, are you sick?"

Both sons clung to her, wide-eyed and concerned.

Ella wanted to kiss their faces, but thinking about just having thrown up, she decided against it and pinched Elias’s round little face. "No, I just ate something wrong."

Dorian, a little scared, rubbed his round belly. Earlier in the hospital, the little guy had eaten quite a bit.

"Mommy, I ate a lot too. Do you think I’ll make my belly sick?"

Seeing the frightened look on Dorian’s face, Ella and Eric exchanged a glance. The little foodie was afraid too?

Ella and Eric reassured their son, and Dorian finally calmed down, soon forgetting the worry.

Ella, however, couldn’t muster the energy. Once home, she went straight to bed and fell asleep.

After learning what happened, Lucas furrowed his brow and said to Eric, "You should try to persuade her more. She’s still so stubborn, always thinking she doesn’t need a doctor... sigh, some psychological issues are hard to treat, right?"

Eric’s expression grew somber. "I know. I’ve been trying to convince her, but she won’t listen to me."

"Then you’ll have to work harder. If you can’t persuade her, then I, as her father... probably won’t have much luck either."

The two men exchanged a look, both filled with helplessness. After all, Ella was their most important family member, and if she didn’t want to see a doctor, they couldn’t force her.

When Ella woke up, it was already afternoon. Snowflakes were still drifting outside. Her two sons sat quietly by the side, staring at her silently.

Ella sat up in confusion, feeling a little better. "Elias, Dorian, why are you here?"

Dorian pouted. "Daddy told us to wait here for you. He said he’s taking you to see a doctor. Mommy, you really are sick!"

Ella was completely helpless.

She actually hated hospitals. Although seeing a psychologist might be different from going to a hospital, she felt like it wasn’t really a problem.

Eric was truly clever—he actually came up with a way to get her to the hospital.

"Mommy, hurry up and fix your hair. We’ll go with you to the hospital. Don’t be scared, there won’t be any shots!"

Elias patted his chest. "I promise!"

Seeing her eldest son acting like a little grown-up, Ella couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Her younger son also ran over, grabbing Ella’s hand. "Mommy, Daddy really said there won’t be any shots. Mommy, be good, okay?"

Well, with both of her sons acting like little adults trying to persuade her, even if she didn’t want to go, she had no choice but to comply.

She had to admit—Eric really understood her. If she refused to go to the hospital, it would leave a bad impression on their sons.

And that was something Ella would never allow to happen.

She got up, freshened up, and changed her clothes. Looking in the mirror, she noticed her complexion was a little pale, and she seemed rather tired. So, she applied a light shade of lipstick to make herself look a little better.

Little Elias, standing nearby, curiously fiddled with Ella’s moisturizer, twisting the cap back and forth. Ella quickly snatched it away. The little guy winked playfully. "Mommy, actually, I want to take care of my skin too. I want to be as pretty as you."

"You’re already prettier than me without any skincare. If you don’t believe me, go ask Daddy and Grandpa!"

Satisfied with the answer, Elias darted off. Meanwhile, little Dorian clung to Ella’s side, grinning mischievously. "Mommy, if you go to the hospital, I’ll ask Daddy to take us to the food street for a big feast to reward you."

Uh... He probably just wanted to eat and found this excuse to make it impossible for Eric to refuse, right?

Ella looked at this little trickster, kissed his forehead, and told him that food outside wasn’t as clean as homemade meals. But the little one responded with a wise, almost adult-like tone, "So what? It’s not like we eat out every day. A change of taste once in a while is fine."

Alright, this little one had already mastered the art of negotiation from the adults. Ella didn’t want to disappoint him, so the family of four headed to the psychological treatment center that Eric had arranged.

This particular center was a renowned institution in Country W, staffed with highly professional doctors. After a thorough consultation and evaluation, Dr. Mark, who was responsible for Ella’s case, concluded that her condition wasn’t too serious.

If she couldn’t eat at all or kept vomiting uncontrollably, then it would be a severe psychological trauma.

Dr. Mark didn’t prescribe any medication. Instead, he advised Eric to take Ella out more often, help her relax, and avoid putting too much pressure on herself. If her condition didn’t improve after some time, then they could consider a more in-depth treatment.

Hearing the doctor’s assessment, Eric felt much more at ease. So, he drove his wife and children to the famous Country S food street in the area.

This food street was primarily frequented by immigrants from Country S who had moved to Country W.

Of course, there were also plenty of foreigners who loved S cuisine and street food. Walking through the area, they could see tourists of various skin tones and nationalities enjoying the local delicacies.

Out of everyone, Dorian was the most excited. Elias enjoyed food too, but he wasn’t as obsessed as his little brother.

They found a spot at a restaurant called Flavors Delight. Ella ordered tangyuan, Eric got dumplings, while Dorian and Elias picked a variety of other dishes—fish balls, osmanthus cake, and more.

"This smells so good, Mommy! We have to come here often to hunt for food. It’s not even cold here!"

Dorian was already drooling over the bowl of tangyuan placed in front of him.

"We will, but in a little while, we’ll be heading back to Country S," Eric answered on Ella’s behalf, smiling.

Ella pursed her lips. Yes, they couldn’t stay in Country W forever. Although she had considered surrogacy, she still needed time to rest before making a final decision.

At that moment, two women walked into the restaurant from outside.

Ella looked up and was instantly stunned.

How did she end up here?