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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.

K1ERA · Fantasia
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366 Chs

[Volume 1] Chapter 113- poisoned.

The clatter of utensils on the table was the only sound breaking the silence as Esme sat quietly, her usual air of detachment returning now that the child was asleep.

She wore a simple T-shirt and lower, looking fresher than she had all day, yet the atmosphere in the room felt thick with unspoken tension.

Ray watched her closely as they ate, the contrast between the lively Esme with the child and the one now sitting before them gnawing at him.

He put down his knife with a soft thud, unable to bear the silence any longer.

"I was thinking..." he began, his voice cutting through the quiet. Esme, mid-bite, paused and set her knife down, tilting her head slightly, signaling her attention. But her expression remained neutral, without a flicker of emotion.

"I was thinking that it might be good for us to talk about having a child," Ray continued, his voice carrying a weight of expectation.