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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 · 奇幻言情
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359 Chs

[ Volume 1] Chaper 310- Ray is dead?

His words, though well-intentioned, only seemed to sink deeper into her, triggering a sense of numbness rather than relief. She understood he was trying to comfort her, but all she felt was the weight of her own exhaustion, physical and emotional.

She had tried, truly tried, to throw herself back into her work. She had watched enough Korean dramas to know that when someone loses everything, the only way to survive is to immerse yourself in something else, to work yourself to the bone until the pain is drowned out. She had hoped that was the answer. She had hoped the hospital would bring a sense of purpose back, that her patients would help her focus and forget for even a moment. But it didn't work. Every time she picked up her doctor's coat, every time her fingers brushed against her stethoscope, memories of that day flooded back—memories of the phone call she had missed.