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The Heiress's Comeback

Being adored by one's parents and hoping to achieve something that could bring them happiness, a child sacrificed their carefree personality and chose the path of books and knowledge at an early age. Without looking back to see how those they thought were their parents were, in truth, only pushing them from behind. Esme, a prodigy from an early age, excelled in everything, unlike her sister, who, though adored by both parents, always lagged behind. Finally, after saving the company from debts and restoring it to its former glory, Esme looked back at her parents in hope of recognition but... "You are not even my daughter, you pathetic fool." "Hehe, Sister, how about I take your fiancé?" "Um, you see, Esme, I love your sister." "Tch, insect, how dare you reject checks whenever I, your mother, asked for money!" Those words lingered in Esme's mind before she lost consciousness and woke up inside a prison. "What are you doing here, Aron?" Esme looked at a handsome young man seated in a wheelchair, gazing at her with amusement. He was her sole business competitor, and now, he was visiting her in prison. "Nothing, just came here for a proposal, Miss Esme..." Let's see what awaits the journey of an heiress who was wrongly accused of being fake, betrayed by her fiancé, and had to seek support from her business rivals.

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366 Chs

[ Volume 1] Chaper 229-Suicide.

Ryan and Jay had just finished their rounds in Esme's room when a quiet knock interrupted their thoughts. Both turned to see Helga at the doorway, carrying a tray with a steaming bowl of porridge and a glass of water. Ryan gave the tray a once-over, then nodded approvingly.

"Good. At least it's warm," he muttered, glancing back at Esme. "I'd rather not feed her anything right now, but she needs it." With that, he turned on his heel, excusing himself to check on Ray.

As the door closed behind him, Helga stepped forward, setting the tray on the bedside table. Esme watched her through half-lidded eyes, exhaustion dulling the sharp edge of her gaze. Helga, however, didn't reach for the porridge or even hand it over; instead, she sat down on a nearby stool, her expression hardening into a mask of steely determination.