Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers! -
Chapter 564: He Cornered Her!(Extra Story)
Chapter 564: He Cornered Her!(Extra Story)
Madison was only fifteen, yet she was remarkably mature for her age. She and Abigail shared a similar temperament, often ganging up on Aurora, despite Aurora being much older than them.
Aurora simply raised an eyebrow indifferently and said nothing. Mrs. Wilson, however, was reminded of her own grievances by Madison’s words.
Ever since Kimi was expelled, Mr. Wilson had been in a foul mood, frequently taking his frustrations out on her. After all, the incident had originated because of her.
Kimi had clearly fallen on his own, yet she stubbornly insisted that Elias had pushed him and even forced Elias to apologize.
Mr. Wilson was exasperated beyond words—marrying a foolish woman was a mistake that could ruin three generations.
"Madison, how could you say such things? Aurora is a famous star, after all. How could she possibly be some lowly mistress? It’s just that the Wilson family’s threshold is too low—we simply can’t keep up with such a high-profile celebrity," Mrs. Wilson remarked with a sharp, sarcastic tone.
"Enough! All of you, shut up!" Mr. Wilson suddenly slammed his newspaper down. "Aurora is my guest. If you don’t want to eat, then get out!"
Mrs. Wilson’s expression turned ugly, and Madison shot Aurora a resentful glare. She could feel herself falling further and further from her father’s favor, and it was all because of this woman.
"Aurora, don’t take their petty remarks to heart," Mr. Wilson said, his tone softening.
Aurora simply nodded. No matter what, he had raised her, and it wasn’t worth holding onto resentment.
Meanwhile, Kimi was happily playing with the toys Aurora had brought him.
Aurora spent some time with Kimi before Abigail suddenly walked over. "Aurora, come with me for a moment."
Aurora acted as if she hadn’t heard her.
Abigail was the daughter of her father and his mistress. That mistress had only given birth to Abigail before forcing Aurora’s father to divorce her mother, shattering their once-complete family.
After the divorce, her father left with his mistress, only to die a few years later from lung cancer.
Abigail had always looked down on Aurora. In her mind, her father and her mother were the true love story, while Aurora’s mother was merely the woman forced upon him by his parents.
"Aurora, are you deaf?" Abigail snapped, furious that Aurora was ignoring her.
Aurora finally lifted her gaze, her expression calm as she looked at her ill-mannered half-sister. "Abigail, were you calling me? My apologies—I didn’t hear anyone addressing me as ’sister.’"
"Who do you think you are? You expect me to call you my sister?" Abigail scoffed.
Aurora feigned sudden realization. "Oh, that’s true. In your eyes, I was never your sister to begin with. I suppose I was asking too much."
"You—!" Abigail gritted her teeth, feeling Mr. Wilson’s displeased gaze on her. She swallowed her anger and muttered, "I need to talk to you."
Without waiting for a response, she turned and stormed toward the backyard.
Aurora stood up, curious about what Abigail wanted to say.
In the backyard, Abigail sat on a stone bench, swinging her legs lazily. At twenty-two, she was in her junior year of college, and her outfit reflected her mature sense of style.
She wore a red spaghetti-strap dress that exposed her pale shoulders, her delicate collarbones illuminated under the garden lights. The slight hint of cleavage made Aurora furrow her brows.
When she was twenty-two, she had dressed far more conservatively.
Aurora didn’t expect Abigail to follow her past standards, but the way she dressed seemed quite inappropriate for a student.
Then again, considering their relationship, Aurora had no interest in policing her. She sat down across from Abigail and said plainly, "Say whatever it is you need to say."
Abigail curled her lips in a smug smirk, arrogance evident on her face. "My mom wants you to come home next Sunday for her birthday dinner."
Aurora froze for a moment. Abigail’s mother, Hazel Green, had remarried long ago. Her new husband was a businessman—not as wealthy as the Wilson family, but successful enough to provide Abigail with a comfortable life.
"I have a company event next Sunday. I’m afraid I won’t be able to make it," Aurora replied coolly. She had no intention of facing the woman who had been her mother’s mistress. Her mother had shed countless tears because of that shameless woman while she was still alive—why should she now lower herself to celebrate that woman’s birthday?
Abigail scoffed mockingly. "What’s the matter? Afraid to show up at my mom’s birthday party? Looks like the big-shot celebrity is too busy to acknowledge us ’lowly’ people."
Aurora let out a quiet, contemptuous chuckle. "You’re absolutely right—I do look down on her. My mother has passed away, and I wouldn’t want her watching from above as I attend the birthday of the very woman who tore her family apart. That wouldn’t sit well with her, would it? If she were to blame me and come knocking on your mother’s door, that would be quite troublesome."
She smirked coldly, her voice laced with indifference. Aurora had no love for Abigail, and there was no reason to pretend otherwise.
Abigail jumped up in fury, pointing a finger at Aurora’s face as she cursed, "Aurora! Don’t think that just because you’re a celebrity, you’ll be riding high forever! I’m going to expose all your dirty secrets and let everyone at school know what a despicable and shameless person you really are!"
Aurora simply smiled—a breathtaking, fleeting moment of beauty that was almost otherworldly.
Her voice, as melodious as a celestial tune, carried an air of indifference. "Oh? I’d love to know—what kind of ’dirty secrets’ do I even have? Anything as scandalous as your mother being a homewrecker who stole another woman’s husband? Or perhaps something as shameful as a young girl like you getting involved with a married man outside of school?"
Abigail’s face instantly turned deathly pale. "Y-you... what are you talking about?"
How did she know about that?
Aurora had always considered Hazel and her daughter as enemies—so naturally, she had made sure to gather every bit of dirt on them.
Everything Abigail had done had been reported to her by the informants she had planted.
By the time Aurora had learned about it, Abigail had already shamelessly entangled herself with that man—an older guy in his thirties who worked as a singer at a bar, a smooth-talker who knew exactly how to charm naive young girls.
"A friend of mine happened to see you two together and told me," Aurora said, her tone calm and detached.
"Even though I don’t like you, I’ll still give you a piece of advice... Married men aren’t worth your time. They’re just looking for a plaything. Especially that man—he’s already played with multiple schoolgirls. Word is, he’s even gotten some of them pregnant and forced them into abortions."
Aurora’s voice remained indifferent. "If you walk away now, you might still be able to cut your losses. Otherwise, you’ll end up heartbroken, physically ruined, and with a shattered reputation."
Abigail let out a cold laugh. "So you really do know everything, huh? No wonder you’re such a scheming snake. But I won’t leave him. What we have is true love!"
Aurora was utterly speechless. She had actually wasted her breath trying to talk sense into her. Abigail was just like Hazel—like mother, like daughter. The mother was a mistress, and now the daughter was following in her footsteps. Absolutely ridiculous.
"I just hope you won’t be crying in regret over your decision in the future," Aurora said coolly before turning around and walking back toward the dining hall.
Dinner that night was anything but pleasant. Mrs. Wilson was still holding onto her resentment over Kimi’s expulsion and kept a sour expression the entire time.
Although she didn’t dare say much in front of Mr. Wilson, she didn’t hold back in throwing side-eyes and cold glares at Aurora throughout the meal.
Aurora finished her food as quickly as possible and left in a hurry. She had nothing in common with these women—there was no point in staying any longer.
As her car pulled out of the Wilson family’s neighborhood, a flashy Maybach suddenly caught her attention, parked conspicuously on the side of the road.
The tinted window rolled down, revealing a familiar face—Everett.
Aurora’s heart skipped a beat.
It had been a long time since she had seen him.
And now, he had come all the way here—waiting for her.
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