The Heiress's Comeback
Chapter 165: [Volume 1] - 165- Arrange a meeting.

Chapter 165: [Volume 1] Chapter 165- Arrange a meeting.

And then, another memory came crashing down on her. Years ago, Aron Ray had a strange accident that left his legs crippled, but nothing else—his face, arms, and torso were untouched.

It had never made sense to her, but now, a dark realization crept in. It wasn’t just an accident. Someone had intentionally crippled him, ensuring no damage beyond his legs. It was too precise, too calculated. It was as if someone didn’t want to harm him entirely—just make him vulnerable.

Esme felt a wave of nausea rise, her stomach twisting with disgust. She put a hand over her mouth, fighting the urge to vomit. How could the second aunt have been so vile? And worse—how dare she try to lay a hand on her husbands?

Her rage bubbled over. Esme’s eyes turned red with fury, and in one swift motion, she stood up, shoving the chair back with such force that it slammed into the window. She stood still for a moment, her breathing heavy, her mind consumed by cold, calculated anger.

"Arrange a meeting with her eldest daughter," she ordered, her voice like ice. "And find every single fiancée that was introduced to my husbands."

Aron knew the look on Esme’s face all too well. She was livid, beyond control. When she got like this, she didn’t just destroy her enemies—she obliterated them.

Even during her battle with the Valhale Group, she hadn’t been this enraged. If Valhalla had pushed her any further back then, they would have been reduced to rubble. But now? Now, it was personal.

"I’ve already asked the B-team to work on it," Aron said, his voice steady but respectful of the storm brewing in front of him.

The B-Team had started as a small group of dedicated individuals when Esme was just 18 years old.

Created in the wake of her desire to gather intelligence on Cain and his family, it was initially a means to an end, but over the years, it transformed into a formidable force.

Thanks to the knowledge and skills of its members, who were often cast aside by society, the B-Team had evolved into an organization that could uncover any information about anyone living in the world.

Esme had nurtured this group like a mother hen, and in return, they viewed her as more than just a leader; she was their reason for living.

The team was a patchwork of talented, resourceful individuals—both women and mers —who had once felt the sting of rejection. They were like scattered beans, each one unique, yet together they formed a cohesive unit.

The only guiding principle they followed was simple: if Esme commanded, they would comply without question. But if anyone dared to touch her or harm her, they would exact their vengeance without mercy.

As time passed, Esme’s efforts with the B-Team helped elevate the Valhale Group to unprecedented heights, establishing it as a powerhouse that others aspired to join.

After four hours of strategizing and gathering information, Aron finally managed to arrange a meeting with Jenny, the eldest daughter of the second aunt.

The meeting, however, would not take place in the confines of an office or a sterile boardroom. Instead, it would unfold in the old apartment where Jenny had once lived with her lover—a place her mother had gone to great lengths to conceal. Jenny had never intended for anyone to find this place again, especially not Esme.

When Jenny opened the door, her heart raced. There, sitting casually on the sofa, was Esme, flipping through a magazine as if she were in her own living room. Beside her stood Aron, effortlessly cradling a small baby, his face lit with playful warmth.

"Oh look, your mother has come," he said, glancing at Jenny with a smile.

Jenny’s breath caught in her throat. The bag she held slipped from her fingers, hitting the floor with a soft thud. She felt a cold wave wash over her, leaving her pale and trembling.

"Wait, please don’t do anything to my child," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. She recognized Esme all too well—the woman who had turned her mother’s life upside down for days.

"Please, please, my child..." she stammered, her eyes darting nervously from Aron to Esme, fear gripping her.

Aron merely smiled, his tone calm yet slightly teasing.

"Oh, don’t worry about the child. You see, my master wanted to meet you. Finding you with your mother has proven quite challenging, and you know how pricey it can be to locate someone like you. So, I thought we should come here instead."

Esme looked at Jenny with a mixture of amusement and cold calculation. She had no intention of letting the second aunt’s obsession—or her daughter’s complicity—go unaddressed.

Esme put down the magazine, her smile gleaming with a mixture of warmth and malice. "Oh, you’re here, sister-in-law!" she greeted Jenny, her tone deceptively sweet. "Your baby is quite cute." She leaned in, eyes sparkling as she glanced at the infant in Aron’s arms before returning her gaze to Jenny.

As her words hung in the air, Jenny felt a wave of dread wash over her, draining the color from her face. She had worked tirelessly to keep this place hidden, to shield her child from the world after losing her lover, and now it all felt like it was slipping away. Trembling, she struggled to hold her composure.

Then, a loud knock broke the silence. Esme smirked, a glimmer of excitement dancing in her eyes. "Oh, looks like our other guest has arrived." The door swung open violently, and in stepped the second aunt’s husband, his expression frantic.

"My child!" he cried out, his eyes locking onto the baby cradled in Aron’s arms. His voice cracked with desperation, tears spilling down his cheeks. "Please, please, don’t do anything to my child!" He fell to his knees, grasping at Esme’s leg, his voice a broken whisper. "Please, don’t harm him."

Esme looked down at him, her expression shifting from amusement to mockery.