After years of knowing her father, Ella was acutely aware that Robert was a greedy man who wouldn’t let anyone else have what he couldn’t get himself. It was a terrifying reality!
"So, have you made up your mind yet?"
Eric’s slender, pale fingers gently traced the outline of Ella’s face.
Her cheeks flushed instantly. His touch carried a seductive gentleness that made her heart race even faster. She turned her head away, "Give ... three days."
Eric’s eyes sparkled with an unusual light, his thin, attractive lips curling into a faint smile. "Alright, darling, I’ll wait for you."
Ella couldn’t understand why Eric was interested in her. There were plenty of won more beautiful and graceful than her, all eager to be with Eric. Why did he choose her? Perhaps it was because they shared similar pasts?
"Your so-called father should be here soon. I’ll leave for now... But I promise, I’ll help you give them a taste of their own dicine, girl."
Eric’s srizing eyes danced with a playful gleam. Ella clutched the report tightly to her chest, watching him leave. Was her blood type really that rare? She needed to find a chance to secretly verify it!
Just as Eric had predicted, it wasn’t long before Robert arrived with Brianna and Hannah in tow. They imdiately sward Ella with concern, and only after seeing she was unhard did Robert relax. After all, if anything happened to Ella, he could kiss those coveted shares goodbye. He couldn’t deny that his kindness toward Ella was solely because of those shares.
Ella looked a bit pale, so Brianna stayed only a few minutes before dragging Hannah away. In the bathroom, finding no one around, Hannah lowered her voice, a malicious grin spreading across her face. "Mommy, I wish Ella had been hit by a car!"
The accident had left Hannah disappointed. If Ella had died, she and her mother wouldn’t be ignored by Robert anymore.
"Foolish girl, if that bitch dies, how will you get what you want? The shares may go to your daddy, but you’ll still get so of the property!"
Brianna chuckled, "Be nicer to her. Maybe she’ll even transfer so shares to you."
Hannah’s eyes lit up with greed. Yes, even one percent of those shares would be enough to ensure her a life of luxury!
"Mommy, you’re right. I should be nicer to my sister. It’s worth it, after all!"
Hannah’s smile was sinister and cunning. Once she got those shares, Ella would be disposable. That day would co when Ella turned twenty-five. In the anti, Hannah needed to adjust her attitude and flatter Ella to the extre, ensuring she eventually got what she wanted.
Ella’s injuries were not severe, and she was discharged after three days following a thorough check-up. During these days, she kept thinking about Eric’s words. He wasn’t in a hurry and didn’t pressure her.
When Ella returned ho, she noticed several new stuffed animals in her room.
"Sis, haven’t you always said you liked these kinds of dolls? I had them custom-made by a famous master from Country K. Aren’t they unique?" Hannah’s smile was gentle, like a little sister who cared deeply for her older sibling.
Ella glanced at them briefly and nodded slightly, "I like them very much. Thank you, Hannah."
Hmph, though the dolls were exquisite, she was no longer the naive Ella she once was.
Seeing her gesture seed to work, Hannah was overjoyed and eagerly helped Ella organize her belongings, carefully placing each item in its proper place.
"Don’t touch that doll!" Ella’s expression suddenly changed.
Hannah paused, noticing the old, ugly porcelain doll in her hand, clearly an artifact from over a decade ago.
"I told you not to touch it!" Ella snatched the doll away, "This was left to by my mother!"
That porcelain doll was Ella’s most cherished possession. In her past life, she had thrown it into the trash in a fit of rage, but in this life, she understood its significance as a precious keepsake from her mother.
Hannah smiled awkwardly, "I see... that’s why."
"Ugh, you’re so annoying. Let handle my own things. Get out!" Ella’s cold huff and haughty deanor reminiscent of her past arrogance.
Hannah’s face flushed, but for her own benefit, she forced a light laugh, "Alright, sis, don’t be mad. I’ll leave."
Hannah exited the room and even closed the door behind her. But once the door was shut, her expression darkened, and her face contorted with anger.
"What happened?" Brianna, who had just walked up, noticed her daughter’s expression and whispered.
Hannah glanced at Mrs. Harris standing nearby and said, "Mom, co to my room for a bit."
With that, Hannah grabbed Brianna’s hand and led her into the room. As soon as the door closed, she kicked the stuffed animals on the floor furiously.
"That bitch... she yelled at again! Mommy! Do we really have to wait until she’s twenty-five?" Hannah scread, her voice filled with frustration.
The room was well soundproofed; she wasn’t worried about being overheard.
"Why are you so angry? You’re of noble status, do you need to stoop to her level?" Brianna snorted, "Take it slow. Your daddy treats her so well and spoils her only because she holds the shares left by her grandmother. If she dies early, all those assets will be sold off and turned into a charitable fund!"
Hannah’s eyes reddened with rage, "But she told to get out! I wanted to slap her so badly!"
Brianna walked over and gently took Hannah’s hand, "Calm down. Rember, when she turns twenty-five, everything will be yours. The most important thing now is to get Brandon close to her, and then find a way to make you shine in front of Mr. Nelson."
Hannah thought of the enchantingly handso man and nodded, "Alright, Brandon is exactly the type she likes. I’m sure she’ll fall for him once they et."
In her past life, Ella had a fondness for talented and artistic n. Soone like Brandon, a young painter with a touch of fa and a pianist, would undoubtedly captivate her. Though his family wasn’t as well-off as Eric’s, he was not inferior among the young n.
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