Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 538: That Night

Chapter 538: That Night

The contents of the document had nothing to do with Ella, but it had everything to do with Frank. Frank and his older brother, were twins—but they were not Sean’s biological sons!

Ha! So it turned out that Sean had been manipulated by his mistress, Julia, into swapping out his own biological son and raising someone else’s child as his own.

And now, Sean had suffered a stroke and was left in a vegetative state. Ella realized that it wasn’t because of her—it was because of this very document!

Perhaps, years ago, Sean had managed to track down the original version of the document that Grandma Carter had tried to burn. The truth had hit him so hard that he had suffered a stroke from sheer rage.

Sean had been disgusting, ruthless, and heartless, trampling all over the sincerity and devotion of his legal wife. This kind of karma—truly satisfying.

The Wilson Household.

Leah was in the kitchen, preparing dinner for her two-year-old daughter.

Her little girl was a year younger than Ella’s twin boys. Back when the boys had turned one, Leah had nearly miscarried due to the stress and anger Peter had caused her.

But in the end, her daughter was born safe and sound. However, in the Wilson household, Leah was never truly welcomed.

She had made up her mind—once her daughter turned three and started preschool, she would return to the workforce. She had to earn her own money so she would never have to endure Peter and her in-laws’ mistreatment again.

Tonight, Peter and his parents had gone to a wedding banquet, leaving Leah and her daughter at home. Leah had refused to join them—her appearance was a mess, and besides, sitting beside her mother-in-law would only invite more sneers and taunts. The tension between them was suffocating, and there was no point in subjecting herself to that.

She shredded half a carrot into thin strips and stir-fried it with some lean pork. Meanwhile, her daughter was in the living room, chattering away while playing with her toys.

Hearing her little one’s soft, innocent voice, Leah felt a deep ache in her heart.

Other children had countless toys and lived in comfort, while her daughter had only two—a scruffy plush duck and a tiny cloth doll that she played with over and over again.

Leah sighed softly. Once dinner was ready, she stepped out to call her daughter to eat.

But the little girl, who had just been in the living room, was nowhere to be seen.

"Violet? Where did you go? Violet?" Leah’s heart pounded with panic. She immediately checked the front door—it was still shut. Her daughter hadn’t wandered outside.

Rushing towards the bathroom, Leah’s breath hitched at the sight before her.

Her daughter had fallen into a large bucket of water. Ever since her mother-in-law moved in, she had gotten into the habit of washing clothes in a bucket, always leaving it filled with water.

Leah’s entire body trembled. Her little girl was unresponsive.

She lunged forward, pulling Violet out and laying her flat on the floor. Tears streamed down her face as she pressed on the child’s stomach, desperately trying to expel the water.

Leah trembled uncontrollably, her entire body shaking as she rushed forward, scooping her daughter up and laying her flat on the floor. Tears streamed down her face as she pressed firmly on the little girl’s stomach, desperately trying to expel the water.

"Baby... please, don’t let anything happen to you... don’t scare Mommy... please..."

Leah’s sobs were heartbreaking, her voice choked with grief as she frantically performed a series of first-aid measures.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her two-year-old daughter coughed up a large amount of water and started coughing violently.

"Mommy... Mommy... I’m scared... so cold... my nose hurts..."

The little girl burst into tears. Leah, still trembling from fear, felt an immense wave of relief wash over her. Her daughter was alive.

"Don’t cry, sweetheart. It’s okay now... you’re safe," Leah soothed, her voice still shaky. "You must never play with water alone again, understand?"

Tears still glistening in her eyes, she pressed a kiss to her daughter’s tiny, ice-cold face.

Holding the little one close, Leah rushed back to the bedroom. She quickly stripped off the soaking wet clothes and wrapped her in a blanket, warming her up before dressing her in clean, dry clothes.

Just then, the door burst open, and heavy footsteps stomped inside.

"What the hell happened? Why is there water all over the place? You useless woman, how the hell are you watching our kid?!"

Peter’s angry roar filled the room. His sharp gaze landed on Violet, now dressed in dry clothes, while Leah held a set of dripping wet garments in her hand. Without warning, he stepped forward and raised his hand, ready to slap Leah across the face.

"Stop it!" Leah snapped, her fury erupting. She had tolerated this bastard’s violence for too long—she had had enough!

But her cold warning did nothing to deter Peter. With a swift motion, his palm landed hard against her cheek with a loud, stinging smack.

"How dare you talk back to me? Getting bold now, huh?" he sneered.

Tears welled up in Leah’s eyes, not from the pain, but from sheer rage.

Little Violet, already shaken from nearly drowning, was terrified. The loud slap and Peter’s raging voice made her burst into wailing sobs.

Peter scowled at the sound of her crying. Irritated, he lashed out with his foot, kicking the small child aside like she was nothing more than a nuisance.

Leah’s heart nearly stopped.

She no longer loved Peter, but this man had just kicked her child—her flesh and blood. The pain on her daughter’s tiny body felt like it was tearing her own soul apart.

She lunged forward, gathering Violet into her arms. "Peter, you’re a monster! She’s your daughter!"

Peter scoffed, his expression filled with disdain. "My daughter? Ha! Who knows if she’s really mine or if she’s some bastard child you had with another man?"

Leah’s entire body trembled with fury.

She couldn’t live in this house any longer. Any love she once had for this man had been ground to dust.

But she wasn’t going to let him get away with everything so easily.

Fine.

Leah suddenly smiled. "Peter, didn’t you say you were at a wedding banquet? So why are you back so early?"

Peter’s eyes flickered with unease.

In truth, he had received a call from his mistress, who was demanding money for a pregnancy check-up.

Peter was a good-for-nothing leech who lived off his parents and had never worked a proper job. Ever since marrying Leah, he had been living off her money as well.

Now that he was broke, he had no choice but to come back and squeeze more money out of her.

"I’m not feeling well. Give me some cash so I can see a doctor," he said casually.

Leah’s expression darkened instantly.

She had long known about Peter’s affairs. But the other woman always remained in the shadows, never revealing herself. Even if Leah wanted to track her down and teach her a lesson, she had no way to do so.

Still, she played along.

"I don’t have much money left," she said, her voice calm but laced with contempt. "There’s a little over a thousand bucks on this card. Take it."

Her hands trembled slightly as she pulled a bank card from her wallet and tossed it to him.

"The password is your birthday," she added, her gaze filled with quiet resentment.

Peter smirked.

Heh. So this woman still loved him, after all.

"You’re really out of money?" he asked, his voice doubtful. "Didn’t your grandfather leave you a fortune when he passed?"

Leah’s breath hitched slightly.

For a brief moment, she could still feel her grandfather’s presence, as if he had never truly left.

Sean—the one who had loved her the most—had suffered a stroke and collapsed, all because of a single document.

Leah remembered that day vividly.

Sean’s assistant had walked into the room with a secret document just as she was feeding Sean his meal.

At the time, Sean’s health had been deteriorating, but it wasn’t bad enough to cause a stroke.

Yet, the moment his assistant started reading the document aloud, Sean had suddenly ordered Leah to leave the room.

Five minutes later, a furious roar erupted from behind the closed doors. Something had been shattered.

Both Julia and Leah had rushed inside—only to find Sean’s face twisted in fury, his entire body trembling with rage.

The moment his eyes landed on Julia, Sean had lunged forward and struck her with a force that sent her frail body flying across the room.

At that moment, Leah knew something terrible had happened.

And she was right.

Sean had grabbed Julia and unleashed a savage beating.

Julia had been left battered and bruised, her face swollen beyond recognition.

It was only when Frank finally arrived that the chaos was brought to an end.