Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 677: What a Satisfying Feeling

Another day and night passed.

Aurora was so anxious that she developed a fever, her lips cracked and dry, but there was still not a single bit of news.

Eric had called her once, telling her that the Langston family was keeping everything tightly under wraps—no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get any information.

And Everett hadn’t been seen around the company for two straight days.

Aurora had a gut feeling that something bad had happened.

She desperately wanted to fly to Country Y immediately to find out what was going on—why he hadn’t shown up, why he hadn’t contacted her.

Eric and Eleanor actually supported her decision.

So, without wasting any time, Aurora bought a ticket for the next flight out.

She left Country S together with Dominic and a bodyguard, heading straight for Country Y.

When Alexander heard the news, his heart shattered completely.

He spiraled into another round of heavy drinking that lasted several days.

No one could stop him.

It wasn’t until Mrs. Lewis exploded in rage, smashing a bottle and cutting her wrist in the process, that Alexander finally sobered up.

"Don’t think I’m too old to keep up with the news," Mrs. Lewis yelled furiously.

"Your sister told me—that shameless woman flew to Country Y! She’s chasing after that man! He’s rich, powerful, and handsome! What do you have besides a face? What’s there for her to miss?"

Alexander silently wrapped her bleeding wrist, his eyes turning red.

Some heartbreaks were too deep for words.

He didn’t even have the motivation to work anymore.

Back when he was with Aurora, he had dreamed of buying a house, marrying her, and moving out—finally having their own space and avoiding the endless mother-in-law conflicts.

But now that they had broken up, he found himself horrifyingly empty.

No drive. No goals.

Money?

Even if he made a fortune, would she come back to him?

Even if he earned millions, could he ever compare to Everett?

No... he couldn’t.

"What are you spacing out for, you idiot! If you disappoint me one more time, I’ll slap you into next week!"

Mrs. Lewis sobbed and shouted at the same time.

"I never liked that woman! Why couldn’t you just listen to me?"

Alexander sat there, a tired, bitter smile tugging at his lips.

"Fine. I’m listening to you. I’m listening to you now. We broke up. Are you happy?"

"Your son," he said, his voice hollow, "is nothing more than a walking corpse now. No purpose. No ambition. Are you satisfied?"

"I quit drinking. So now, do I not even have the right to die?"

"How can you say that? If you die, how would I live with myself?" Mrs. Lewis sobbed harder.

"If I live, can you make my life any easier?"

Alexander gasped for air, the pain nearly unbearable.

He didn’t want to fight with his mother.

But every time someone mentioned Aurora, his anger surged uncontrollably, wiping away all his calm and reason.

Mrs. Lewis sat to the side, crying helplessly.

Alexander hugged a pillow to his chest and sat there in silence, completely broken inside.

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Meanwhile, Abigail was at her aunt’s house, doing homework with Madison.

"Hey, wasn’t Aurora rumored to be dating Everett?" Abigail said, grinning smugly.

"Tch, didn’t even last a few days before she got dumped. Serves her right!"

Seeing Aurora miserable—or better yet, getting dumped—was the thing that made Abigail the happiest.

Madison giggled.

"A woman like her? Please. Men like that just toy with girls like her. Looks alone won’t get you anywhere. Haven’t you noticed? There are plenty of average-looking women who still manage to snag hot guys."

"Exactly, exactly!" Abigail chirped.

"She even chased him all the way to Country Y this time. I bet she’ll come crawling back crying!"

The thought of it made Abigail feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.

Back when she first heard about Aurora filming a music video with Everett, she had felt so suffocated with jealousy.

Why did that woman deserve such luck?

A man like Everett—perfect beyond words—how could he possibly have fallen for her?

"Sis," Abigail leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eye, "do you think Everett is really getting engaged to that Miss Torres? What a waste! Maybe you should go meet him. Who knows, maybe he’ll fall for you instead!"

Madison blinked mischievously.

"A man that gorgeous? You should definitely not let him slip away."

Abigail laughed.

"Gorgeous, sure... but I wonder how he is in other areas..."

"Hahaha! With a nose that tall and straight, I heard that... other abilities are probably just as impressive."

The two girls locked eyes and burst into wild, uncontrollable laughter.

Mrs. Wilson knocked on the door and peeked her head through the crack.

"Are you two actually doing homework? Or are you just playing games and reading novels?"

"We’re really doing homework!" they both chimed innocently.

Mrs. Wilson looked at Abigail and smiled brightly.

"At least Abigail is reliable. Not like a certain someone who didn’t even come back for her brother Kimi’s birthday. Tsk, tsk. Some things just can’t be compared."

Abigail raised an eyebrow.

"Auntie, she and I aren’t from the same mother. Of course, there’s no comparison. Her mother was some cursed wretch—how could she ever compare to my beautiful mom?"

Mrs. Wilson giggled under her breath.

But just then, Mr. Wilson walked by and caught Abigail’s words.

He coldly pushed the door open and glared at her.

"Abigail," he said icily, "who taught you to talk like that? What are you so proud of? Since when did the Wilson family raise kids with no manners?"

Abigail’s face flushed with embarrassment.

She stood up quickly.

"Uncle, I was wrong."

"Enough," Madison quickly stepped in to defuse the situation.

"We really have a lot of homework, Mommy. Could you please close the door?"

Mr. Wilson shot Mrs. Wilson a frosty glare before stepping away, disgusted.

After closing the door, Mrs. Wilson couldn’t help grumbling.

"Honestly, why are you so harsh with Abigail? At least she’s here helping Madison with her homework. And Aurora? Haven’t seen even a shadow of her for almost a month now."

Mr. Wilson sneered coldly.

"Helping? More like corrupting her. You should be worrying about your daughter. God knows what might happen..."

"Pfft! What nonsense! Abigail’s a good girl. Besides, her mom married a rich tycoon!"

Mrs. Wilson gave a shameless, smug smile that made Mr. Wilson feel nothing but disgust.

"Oh yeah?" he shot back.

"And what about my brother? Was marrying him so terrible? If he hadn’t passed away, he would have inherited half the Wilson family business. And now look—Mother despises Aurora so much that she won’t even let me give her a single penny..."

Despite everything, Mr. Wilson still felt guilty toward Aurora.

After all, the family fortune had once been guarded and built up by his older brother’s sacrifices.

But Mrs. Wilson hated Aurora to the core.

No matter how he tried to convince her, she refused to allow any share to be given to Aurora.

In the end, Mr. Wilson had secretly been sending Aurora money behind everyone’s backs, begging her not to tell anyone.

"What’s there to argue about?" Mrs. Wilson said, rolling her eyes.

"It’s all Mother’s decision, not yours. If you’re angry, blame your mother!"

Mr. Wilson exploded with fury.

"What the hell are you even saying? Is that how an aunt is supposed to talk?"

Mrs. Wilson rubbed her hands awkwardly.

Her phone buzzed.

One glance—and sure enough, it was her gambling buddies urging her to come play mahjong again.

She had been on a terrible losing streak these past few days—losing over three hundred thousand.

Almost all the money Aurora had secretly sent her was gone.

The remaining tens of thousands had been squandered on designer bags and luxury goods.

Now, she didn’t even have the money left to gamble.

Gripping her phone tightly, Mrs. Wilson stepped out onto the balcony and whispered into it,

"Wait for me. I’ll come over as soon as I get my hands on some cash."

Then she hung up and immediately dialed Aurora’s number.

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable," came the automated reply.

Mrs. Wilson’s face twisted with anger.

She didn’t dare ask her husband for money—after all, she had already secretly gambled away nearly a million yuan.

She didn’t have the face to beg Mr. Wilson anymore.

And with Aurora’s phone turned off, Mrs. Wilson had no choice but to cancel her evening mahjong game, stewing in even deeper resentment toward Aurora.