Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 539: Divorce and Marry Her!

Chapter 539: Divorce and Marry Her!

Frank’s arrival made Sean’s expression even more dreadful. He immediately ordered his assistant and Leah to leave, keeping only Julia and her son in the room.

Leah was utterly confused. Why was Grandpa so furious? Ella had caused so much trouble before, even bringing disgrace to the family, yet he never lashed out at anyone like this.

As she stepped out of the room, Leah deliberately left the door slightly ajar and stayed outside to eavesdrop.

"Speak! Why does this proof exist? You took this to a DNA testing center—why did it end up in Ava’s hands? Why... why is this happening?"

Sean’s voice was sharp and cutting. Leah heard Julia’s small, trembling voice, "It wasn’t me... it wasn’t me! I was framed! Honey, don’t believe that wretched woman’s words! That woman deliberately kept this as a weapon to ruin us!"

A loud crash followed, the sound of something being smashed to the ground.

"This handwriting is clearly yours. Do you think you can fool me?" Sean roared. "Julia... you’ve deceived me so cruelly!"

His fury grew uncontrollable. "Get away from me! You are not my son... Julia, you vile woman, I’ll kill you!"

Chaos erupted in the room as Sean kept throwing things, cursing Julia and Frank non-stop. Then, two terrified screams rang out.

"Dad!"

"Honey!"

"Someone help! Mr. Carter has collapsed! Hurry, call for help!"

Julia’s frantic cries sent a wave of panic through Leah. She and the assistant rushed inside, only to find Sean unconscious, his face flushed red.

He was rushed to the hospital, where emergency treatment barely saved his life. However, he had suffered a stroke—paralyzed from the waist down, unable to speak clearly.

Sean was no longer the powerful, imposing figure he once was.

With his passing, there was no inheritance left behind. Carter Group had already been drained and destroyed by Ella and Eric, leading to its complete downfall.

As for Ava’s assets, they were seized—naturally falling back into Ella’s hands.

"What are you daydreaming about? I asked if you had any more money! What if I end up in the hospital?" Peter’s cold voice snapped Leah out of her thoughts. She blinked, returning to reality.

"I’ll go home tomorrow and talk to Mom," she said. "Maybe she can lend me some money."

Hearing Leah’s words, Peter scoffed unhappily before swaggering away.

Leah held her crying daughter tightly, tears streaming uncontrollably down her own face. What had she done so wrong to end up marrying such a scumbag?

But even if she died, she would never let Peter and his mistress live happily!

Meanwhile, Eric had been waiting for nearly two hours when Samantha finally regained consciousness.

The hospital room was bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun. The sky outside was filled with vibrant streaks of color, and the cold wind rustled the curtains, carrying away some of the sharp scent of disinfectant.

Samantha blinked a few times, struggling to focus on Eric. Tears slid silently down the corners of her eyes.

"Eric... it’s really you, isn’t it?"

Eric nodded, his chiseled face carrying a solemn expression. "Samantha... how is this possible? You... you were supposed to be dead."

The memories of that assassination attempt from years ago flashed vividly through his mind—something he had long tried to suppress.

But Samantha’s reappearance forced him to reopen an investigation into that first attempt on his life.

Back then, the people who had orchestrated the attack were Donald’s men. But they wouldn’t have had any reason to swap out Samantha.

The only ones who could have done something like this were people connected to Samantha. If someone wanted her gone from this world, the only person who would benefit... was her brother, Nicholas.

Nicholas had since become the heir to Richardson Group, inheriting a massive fortune. He had made a name for himself in the business world, climbing his way to success with remarkable skill.

Samantha let out a bitter smile, struggling to lift her hand in an attempt to grasp Eric’s.

Eric pursed his lips but remained motionless, watching her with an unreadable expression.

"I didn’t die... My parents forbade me from having any contact with you. So they... they deliberately faked my death. They sent me away to Country Y and forbade me from ever reaching out to you again..."

Eric’s face darkened instantly. "Why would they do that?"

Samantha let out a soft laugh. "Because... from the moment I first saw you, I knew I wanted to be with you. But my younger sister found out my secret and told our parents. You know how they are—stubborn, old-fashioned. They would never allow me to be with someone who had no future prospects, someone constantly targeted for assassination."

Eric’s expression shifted unpredictably—he hadn’t expected Samantha to harbor such feelings for him.

Back then, when he went to study in Country W, he had barely noticed Samantha. They had crossed paths by chance, and he had thought she seemed refreshingly different from other girls.

Being from the same homeland, there was a natural sense of familiarity between them. The first time they spoke had been when Eric found her dropped handkerchief and called out to return it. That was all.

But beyond that, he had never once considered her in a romantic light.

Back then, he had been somewhat naive when it came to emotions. But even then, Samantha was not the type of woman he was drawn to.

He preferred someone like Ella—clever, sharp, and cunning. Not the gentle, demure kind like Samantha.

Still, he was genuinely grateful to her for taking that bullet for him.

"No matter what, I do owe you my life," Eric admitted with a small smile.

Just then, a knock on the door interrupted them. A man with a bandaged head stepped inside.

As soon as he saw Eric, his face darkened. "So, you’re Eric?"

Samantha immediately called out weakly, "Big brother... don’t blame him. He didn’t know anything about this."

The newcomer was none other than Samantha’s brother, Nicholas.

Nicholas sat down coldly and fixed Eric with a stern gaze. "Eric, my sister went through hell just to return from Country Y for you. She defied our parents for over a decade just to see you again. She’s endured unimaginable suffering all these years. So you’d better not break her heart!"

From the moment Nicholas arrived, he had spoken in a preachy, accusatory tone, as if afraid Eric would abandon Samantha.

Eric furrowed his brows slightly. "Mr. Nicholas, I am deeply grateful for Samantha saving my life. But... I am now a married man with a child on the way. My wife is currently pregnant, so I’m sorry..."

Nicholas let out a cold laugh. "Marriage isn’t a problem—just get a divorce."

Eric’s eyes turned icy. He was willing to repay Samantha for saving him. But that didn’t mean he would let others dictate how.

Samantha’s face turned deathly pale. She gasped, her injured leg throbbing painfully.

"Big brother, please don’t force him... He didn’t know. It’s not his fault. Eric has someone he truly loves... he has his own warm, happy family now."

Her eyes shimmered with tears.

Samantha had always been a stunning beauty, and when she cried, it was heartbreaking to watch. Nicholas, flustered by his sister’s tears, hurriedly wiped them away before turning back to glare at Eric.

"Eric, are you even a man? My sister nearly died for you, and yet you’re this heartless?"

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