The Heiress's Comeback
Chapter 80: [Volume 1] - 80- Prince?.

Chapter 80: [Volume 1] Chapter 80- Prince?.

Aron pulled out a photo, handing it to her. Esme looked at the picture and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow again.

The child was a perfect replica of Helga—expressionless and calm. Yet, when she looked closer, she saw hints of Aron’s playful and cheerful nature beneath the surface. The contrast was amusing, especially considering how serious Helga always was.

Esme handed the picture back, shaking her head with a chuckle. "Well, at least he got something from you."

"What do you mean by he got *something* from me? Look at him! His eyes are like mine, his face too," Aron argued, his voice holding a touch of pride. "But just his attitude? That’s all from his mother."

Esme couldn’t help but chuckle. "Well, how about the opposite? Imagine a kid with Helga’s face and your attitude. Now that would be something."

Their laughter was cut short by a soft knock on the door. Esme glanced toward it just as Aron’s brothers entered the room, and the easy smile on her face disappeared almost immediately. The same could be said for Aron—the playful mood vanished.

The brothers, clearly suspicious, sauntered in casually. Ray, spoke up first with an overconfident grin. "Hey, I brought you water," he said smoothly, glancing between Esme and Aron. "Figured you two have been talking for a while and might be thirsty."

Esme blinked slowly, her eyebrow arching in curiosity as she glanced down at Ray’s empty hands. "Really? Then where’s the water?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism.

Ray’s confident grin faltered immediately. He glanced down at his hands, now painfully aware of the absence of any water jug or glass. His mind raced for a moment as he cursed inwardly. Damn it, I forgot the water in my rush to eavesdrop.

Clearing his throat, he attempted to recover, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh... right," he stammered, his confidence wavering. "I... uh... I gave it to Jay. Jay’s got the water. He’s the one who gave it to you wife."

The betrayal hit Jay like a ton of bricks. He stood there, staring at his older brother in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief. ’Really, Big bro? You’re just going to throw me under the bus because you forgot?’.

Ray caught his younger brother’s accusatory gaze but simply flashed him a quick, reassuring smile that said,.

’You’ve got this, bro. You’re a scientist, after all.’, With that, Ray turned his head nonchalantly, as if washing his hands of the whole situation.

Jay, however, was anything but reassured. His mind raced, and the urge to shout ’I’m a scientist, not a firefighter !’ bubbled inside him, but he bit his tongue, knowing it was too late to protest.

Defeated, he turned toward Esme, who was now eyeing him with growing suspicion. Her arms crossed, and her gaze was unwavering as if waiting for him to offer some plausible explanation. Sweat started to form on Jay’s forehead, and he desperately looked around for an escape.

That’s when his eyes landed on Kai, their youngest brother, standing innocently beside Ray. A slow, mischievous grin spread across Jay’s face as an idea formed.

"Actually," Jay began, a little too smoothly, "Kai’s the one who brought the water to you wife." He nodded confidently, as though the matter were settled.

Kai, who had been silently observing, looked up in sudden confusion, his eyes widening as he pointed a finger at himself in disbelief. Me? his gesture seemed to say.

"Of course, you!" Jay exclaimed, stepping into the role of an innocent bystander. "Don’t you remember? I gave you the water because I was busy bringing Big Brother here. You said you’d take it over."

Kai’s bewildered expression slowly shifted into resignation as the situation dawned on him. He sighed deeply, realizing that he had just been dragged into the mess. His shoulders slumped slightly as he muttered under his breath, "I’m never standing next to you two again."

Esme, who had been watching the entire exchange with a raised eyebrow, let out a small, exasperated sigh. She wasn’t buying any of it, but it was clear she didn’t have the energy to push further. "Boys," she muttered, shaking her head. "Just sit down, will you?"

"Just come in and sit down." Esme gestured for Aron to enter the room, her voice firm yet inviting. She turned to face Aron, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Uh, this is..." She paused, glancing at the newcomer, before finally saying, "This is Prince."

Aron’s brow furrowed, and his brothers—who stood a bit behind him—exchanged confused glances. "Prince?" Aron brothers echoed incredulously.

"Yeah, his name is Prince. And from now on, he will be our butler."

As the weight of her announcement settled, Aron turned sharply to Esme, his expression fierce. His eyes blazed with incredulity, his mind racing. *Prince? Is that all you can come up with?*

Esme met his gaze head-on, her smile unwavering despite the intensity in his eyes. ’Then what?’, she challenged, crossing her arms defiantly.

’Do you want me to tell them that he," she gestured to Prince, who stood patiently waiting, "is actually Aron? How can I explain to my husband that your name and their surname are the same? Both are the same!’

She leaned slightly forward, her brows furrowing in playful exasperation, her hands gesturing animatedly. The air thickened with tension as her brothers observed the exchange, sensing the brewing storm.

Jay’s jaw tightened, his frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. "Esme, this is absurd," he shot back, his voice low and clipped. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture betraying his agitation. "What kind of name is Prince for a butler?"

Hearing Esme’s confident assertion, she raised her hand, her expression a mix of defiance and playfulness. "What? If a dog can be named Albert and a cat Susie, then why can’t my butler be called Prince?" She looked around the room, her smile radiant, as if the name were the most logical choice in the world. "It sounds like it’s me who named him, but it’s really his parents who did!"