Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 579: Please, I Beg You!(Extra Story)

Chapter 579: Please, I Beg You!(Extra Story)

Everett’s face tightened, his gaze darkening with a dangerous glint. Tobias couldn’t stand by any longer and stepped forward, speaking firmly. "Miss Wilson, this really has nothing to do with our young master! We found out about Mr. Bell kidnapping over an hour ago, and the young master even ordered us to rescue him—"

"Shut up! Leave!"

Everett’s face darkened in anger. He didn’t owe Aurora an explanation.

In her heart, his image was already beyond repair. Nothing Tobias said would change her mind.

Explaining would be useless—worse, it would only make things look more suspicious.

Tobias cast Aurora a reluctant glance before slumping his shoulders in disappointment and exiting the office. It was the first time his young master had ever lashed out at him like this.

The moment Tobias left, Aurora suddenly dropped to her knees with a loud thud.

Everett’s mind went completely blank for a moment. His body stiffened as he shot up from his chair, his gaze locked on the tear-streaked woman before him.

"Aurora, you—"

A strange suffocating sensation gripped Everett’s chest.

Why should he admit to something he hadn’t done?

Aurora sobbed bitterly, her voice trembling. "Everett... I’m begging you, please let him go! He has nothing to do with this—it’s me who fell in love with him! He never forced me to cut ties with you... Please, let him go. He’s a good man..."

The overwhelming grievances she had endured for days surged forth like a tidal wave, but instead of softening Everett, her sorrow only stoked his fury.

He took a sharp step forward, seizing her delicate chin with a firm grip, forcing her to look up at him.

"Aurora! How many times do I have to say it? I told you this has nothing to do with me! Why would I waste my time dealing with a weakling? Alexander is nothing but a low-level office worker—why would he be worth my attention? Because of you?"

Everett’s breaths came in sharp gasps as he stared at her tearful face, torn between love and hate, his chest tightening with unbearable pain.

The first time he had seen her wasn’t when she was in trouble while filming in Country W.

It was during a business trip to Country S. As he passed through the city, all the digital billboards were playing Aurora’s debut music video.

In the video, she played a heartbroken girl, watching her boyfriend walk hand-in-hand with another woman beneath the cherry blossoms. Tears of despair rolled down her cheeks.

Everett had been stopped at a red light when that scene flashed before his eyes.

Her tears, round like pearls, slid down her delicate face. Aurora wore no makeup, yet she was breathtakingly beautiful, ethereal, untouched by the filth of the world.

Like a celestial being, a dream made flesh—visible, but untouchable.

For the first time, Everett’s heart had skipped a beat. Just once.

But it was enough to make him unconsciously follow her career, albeit from a distance.

He never intended to approach her. Yet fate had other plans.

During his trip to Country W, he unexpectedly encountered Aurora in distress. He couldn’t stand by and watch as a gang of thugs cornered her near the road—so he stepped in.

Had it been any other woman, he would have simply made a call to the police and moved on. He had always been that cold-blooded.

But now, seeing that same woman before him, tears falling like pearls once more, it felt as if his heart had died.

"Everett... what do I have to do for you to let him go? Please... I beg you!"

Aurora was beyond terrified. In his eyes, she saw a rage that threatened to consume her.

She sobbed uncontrollably, her sorrow and regret clawing at her chest. Before Everett could respond, a sudden wave of dizziness overtook her.

The world spun, and everything went black.

Everett watched in shock as Aurora collapsed to the floor.

In that instant, his anger vanished.

Panic surged through him as he rushed forward, scooping her into his arms. "Aurora? Aurora!"

He shook her gently, but her breathing was faint, her body weak in his grasp.

Everett’s heart pounded wildly.

He quickly carried her over to the couch and pulled out his phone. "Get to my office immediately. Someone has passed out!" he barked at his private doctor.

Hanging up, Everett sat beside her, staring at her face greedily.

Aurora’s cheeks were still streaked with tears, her delicate brows drawn together, her pale lips tightly pressed.

Even unconscious, her beauty remained undiminished. She was like a sleeping fairy, glowing softly under the office lights.

Everett’s private doctor arrived swiftly. The moment the man began his examination, Everett’s expression soured.

Watching another man lift her eyelids and check her pulse gave him an unsettling feeling he couldn’t quite explain.

"Miss Wilson is suffering from exhaustion. She’s been under extreme stress, and she also has mild anemia... Most likely, she fainted due to low blood sugar," the doctor concluded before preparing a glucose IV drip.

Everett’s office had a private rest area, so he carried Aurora inside, settling her into the bed to make her more comfortable.

As the doctor inserted the needle into her wrist, Everett’s brows furrowed, his displeasure evident.

His cold, ruthless nature had always defined him.

Yet, for the first time in his life, he found himself unable to turn away.

Aurora woke up at that very moment, a surge of rage coursing through her veins. She had the urge to lash out, but Everett held her down firmly.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed? You passed out from low blood sugar, and the doctor gave you a glucose IV. I have no interest in drugging women just to take advantage of them!"

His words were crude, but not without reason. Aurora’s face flushed crimson in an instant.

The male doctor rubbed his chin, intrigued. Hmm... this is the first time I’ve seen Everett this agitated, this impatient... and this blunt.

"Get some proper rest. You can’t keep going like this, or your body will give out," the doctor said in a neutral tone, his gaze sweeping over Aurora’s pale face before he turned and left the room.

Aurora panted softly, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Her eyes were rimmed with redness, tears threatening to spill but stubbornly held back.

Everett stood at a distance, his expression unreadable.

"I don’t like Alexander," he admitted coldly. "But... I will find him for you."