Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 560: The Grand Finale!

Chapter 560: The Grand Finale!

"Mommy, is Uncle going to marry Auntie? Does that mean we get to attend another wedding?" Dorian asked excitedly, gnawing on a drumstick.

Elias rolled his eyes at his younger brother. This kid could be anywhere in the world, and he’d still never change his foodie ways.

"That’s right, Uncle is getting married! Elias, Dorian, you both need to prepare a big wedding gift!" Luke teased the two little ones.

"But we don’t have the ability to earn our own money yet, Uncle. Since you’re getting married, shouldn’t you be the one giving us gifts instead?" Elias grinned mischievously, his fair little face full of cleverness.

This little guy—he was practically Ella’s mini version!

Everyone burst into laughter, and even Aiden’s mood lightened a little.

Since Luke was getting married soon, Ella decided to stay in Country W for a while. It would be nice to have the baby there too. Lucas had already reserved a top-tier maternity ward for her.

In just about a month, she would be giving birth to their little princess.

Eric had handed over all company affairs to the vice president and his assistant.

His assistant was highly capable, so Eric didn’t mind staying in Country W for as long as necessary.

Unfortunately, this meant poor John was now buried in endless overtime. Every night, he worked late into the night... His wife, left home alone, would still be awake when he returned, her face stained with tears.

In the end, John had no choice but to hand over his gold card to his wife. Only then did she finally calm down a little.

Time flew by, and soon, the month was almost over.

Ella’s belly had grown as big as a balloon, round and prominent. Elias and Dorian loved pressing their ears against her stomach to listen for their little sister’s movements.

Lucas had enrolled the two little rascals in an elite preschool nearby, where there were teachers who spoke their native language. In just a month, the two little princes were already speaking fluent Country W language.

That day, Ella was out for a walk under the warm sun. Country S had just celebrated the Lunar New Year, but here in Country W, the holiday atmosphere wasn’t as strong. Still, being with family made everything feel extra special.

Eric stayed by her side the whole time. His emotions had completely stabilized—there were no longer any signs of depression.

That was a good thing. The fact that he could heal on his own meant his heart had grown strong enough to move past the pain of the past.

By evening, the two little princes returned home and started playing soccer on the lawn in Lucas’s backyard.

"Daddy, come play with us!"

"Daddy, watch this!" The mischievous Elias kicked the little soccer ball straight at Eric.

Eric and Ella were sitting close together. Seeing the ball flying toward them, Eric quickly shielded her with his body.

Thud! The ball hit Eric right in the chest.

Elias and Dorian burst into laughter.

Ella frowned and scolded, "Elias, you can’t do that! Kicking a ball at someone like that is very rude!"

Panting, Elias ran over. The bright sunlight reflected off the snowy ground, making the chilly air feel even colder, but the two little boys were sweating from all the fun.

"He’s not just anyone—he’s my Daddy! Daddy, does it hurt?" Elias clung to Eric’s arm, flashing a charming, playful smile. "I won’t do it again, I promise!"

Eric sighed in exasperation. These two little troublemakers could be mischievous at times, but overall, they were still well-behaved.

"As long as you remember. If you ever hit someone else outside, they might not have as much patience as I do," Eric said, gently ruffling his son’s hair, guiding him patiently.

Elias nodded. "I know, Daddy. You’ve said that so many times already."

"But you’ve never actually remembered it!"

Eric’s tone turned a little more serious.

Ella, watching from the side, couldn’t help but chuckle. She never expected that Eric would gradually develop the demeanor of a strict father.

"Alright, alright! My brother and I will remember! Daddy, stop scolding him—let’s just play soccer together!"

Dorian quickly jumped in to defend Elias.

With that, the father and sons headed to the center of the lawn to play, while Lucas sat back and watched with a satisfied smile.

After all these years, after finally reconnecting with Ella, life had become fulfilling and joyful—especially with these two adorable little grandsons around.

Happiness was never something a person could experience alone. It took family, love, and togetherness to truly understand its meaning.

Ella stood up for a stroll. There were just six days left until her due date, and lately, she had been feeling a dull ache and slight pressure in her lower abdomen.

Maybe... the little princess would arrive sooner than expected.

As that thought crossed her mind, a sudden wave of pain rippled through her belly. She took a deep breath, her face momentarily paling.

"Ella, are you okay? Is it time?"

Lucas immediately noticed her expression. At the same time, Eric dropped the ball and rushed over.

"My stomach... it just started hurting..."

Ella inhaled deeply as the pain gradually subsided. But barely ten minutes later, another contraction hit.

The household staff hurried to gather Ella’s things, but she had already packed everything two days ago in preparation. Eric held onto her and helped her into the car while the rest of her things would be delivered later.

The two little boys seemed to sense what was happening and fussed to go along. Lucas had no choice but to take his beloved grandsons with him to the hospital.

People always said second births were easier. Sure enough, after just four to five hours in the hospital, Ella’s labor progressed rapidly, and she delivered a healthy six-pound baby girl via natural birth.

The newborn princess had a rosy little face. Her features were still delicate and soft, but even now, it was clear she would grow into a beautiful young lady.

Eric was so overwhelmed with emotion that his eyes turned red. The moment he laid eyes on his daughter, a name suddenly came to him—Arabella. Radiant and magnificent, a name that symbolized beauty and grace.

Their little princess would undoubtedly grow into a stunning young woman.

Ella also loved the name. Considering how difficult Eric usually was when it came to naming things, she was surprised he had come up with one so quickly. So she went along with it.

Elias and Dorian were beyond excited. They stared at their baby sister in the little crib, reaching out to poke at her soft, tiny cheeks.

The little princess frowned slightly, turned her head, pursed her lips, and then drifted back to sleep.

"Mommy, why isn’t she opening her eyes to look at us?"

Elias asked, concerned, his eyes filled with worry. He was afraid something might be wrong with his baby sister.

Dorian nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Mommy, should we call the doctor to check on her?"

Lying in bed, Ella was utterly exhausted. It was her first time going through childbirth herself, and she had used up every ounce of strength to bring their baby into the world. She couldn’t even stand, but she still had enough energy to speak.

"Silly boys, all newborns are like this. They sleep a lot right after they’re born... not like you two little monkeys, who popped out with your eyes wide open, looking around."

Eric scooped both sons into his arms. "Your Mommy’s right. I still remember when you two were born—your eyes were already big and bright, and you kept sucking on your little lips!"

Lucas grinned from ear to ear. "Another grandchild! Sweetheart, why not have another one? This little girl could use a companion!"

Ella’s face darkened instantly. She twitched at the corner of her mouth. "Dad, do you think giving birth is as easy as eating a meal?"

Natural childbirth had been excruciating! Eric had nearly cried watching her go through it.

If he could, he would have taken the pain for her in a heartbeat.

Eric simply smiled, saying nothing.

He gently kissed Ella’s hand. "Honey, you’ve been through so much... Just focus on resting and recovering. You don’t have to worry about anything else."

Ella gazed into his warm, affectionate eyes, and a thin mist of tears gathered in hers. "Thank you too... Now that you’re a father again, you’ll have to take on even more responsibilities. I don’t have any milk yet, so we’ll have to start with formula for now."

Eric nodded. He looked at her tired face, filled with countless emotions, yet unable to find the right words to express them. Instead, he simply lowered his head and pressed his face into her palm, trying to warm up her cold hands.

The sound of their sons’ laughter echoed through the clean, peaceful hospital room, filling the space with warmth and joy.

Eric knew—no matter what happened in the future, he would never leave her again. No matter how many storms they faced, he and Ella would stand side by side, facing them together.

His love for her was unwavering—solid as stone, constant as the sun and moon, and it would never change.