Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 740 - 5

"What’s going on?" Eleanor asked, confused.

"No time to explain. We’re leaving now. We’ll eat breakfast in the car," Aurora replied softly.

She grabbed a sandwich and a steamed egg and rushed toward the parking garage with Dominic and Nerida at her heels.

It was already 9:30 a.m., but traffic had eased after rush hour. Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the hospital.

On the fourth floor, outside the ER, Kennedy and Mrs. Lewis were pacing anxiously. As soon as they saw Aurora approaching, Mrs. Lewis lunged at her.

Thankfully, Nerida stopped her in time.

"You filthy whore! It’s all your fault—Alexander tried to kill himself because of you! Slut! If it weren’t for you climbing into Everett’s bed, my son wouldn’t have gotten dumped! He wouldn’t be lying in there—dying! Give me back my son!"

Aurora stood there, unmoved, cold eyes locked on the woman screaming in her face.

Kennedy held her mother back, but her glare was just as sharp.

No matter how much she hated Aurora, the truth was undeniable—her brother had loved this woman.

Men seemed to go insane for her. But of all people, why did her brother have to be one of them?

Aurora didn’t take off her mask, but she did remove her sunglasses. She stood quietly as Mrs. Lewis wept and wailed.

A nurse finally walked over, scolding her. "This is a hospital. There’s a surgery happening inside. You want to mess that up?"

Mrs. Lewis backed off, muttering curses under her breath.

Aurora sat down quietly. Dominic, watching it all, couldn’t hold back.

He scoffed at Mrs. Lewis. "Ma’am, let’s get something straight. Your son dumped Aurora. And now, just because he regrets it and wants her back, he pulls this stunt? You ever stop to think about how Aurora felt after he left her?" fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"Don’t act all innocent—"

"Dominic, stop," Aurora said calmly, placing a hand on his arm. "The more we argue, the worse this will get. I have a clear conscience."

Kennedy sneered. "Oh please. If you hadn’t gotten involved with Everett, my brother never would’ve left you. Let’s be honest—you saw a richer man and bailed on us ’poor folks.’"

Dominic muttered under his breath, "Poor, sure—and absolutely classless."

Aurora fell silent.

Mrs. Lewis finally tired herself out and slumped onto a chair, sobbing softly.

Kennedy looked over coldly. "Even if we hate your guts, for my brother’s sake, we won’t stop you two from getting back together."

Mrs. Lewis opened her mouth to speak, but then shut it. She stared at Aurora with raw resentment, but said nothing more.

They knew Alexander needed Aurora now more than ever.

The man had tried to end his life over her. If she didn’t take him back, he might actually go through with it next time.

Aurora felt a pounding in her skull. All she’d ever wanted was a quiet, normal life.

But why wouldn’t anyone leave her alone?

Now Alexander had tried to kill himself—and no one knew if he’d make it.

Either way, she would be the one suffering.

No one knew how long they waited, but finally, the ER doors creaked open.

Mrs. Lewis and Kennedy rushed forward.

"Doctor—how’s my son?!"

"He lost a lot of blood, but we gave him a transfusion. He’s stable now, but he needs rest. And someone needs to make sure he never tries this again."

"Thank you, doctor. Thank you!"

Aurora watched as Alexander was wheeled out of the ER.

His face was ghostly pale. His beard unkempt. He looked like he hadn’t taken care of himself in weeks.

Aurora followed behind Mrs. Lewis. As much as she didn’t want to, she truly did want to wait until Alexander woke up.

If she could, she would slap him across the face—hard—just to knock some sense into him.

When she got dumped, she had been in unbearable pain too. But she didn’t try to end her life. Why? Because she wasn’t selfish. She had a family to live for.

Living well—that was the best revenge.

Alexander was taken to a room on the eighth floor. Aurora was just about to go in when Kennedy blocked her path.

"Wait outside. My mom doesn’t want to see you."

Aurora said nothing. She just sat down silently and waited.

Dominic, standing beside her, glared at the closed door. "Seriously? What a royal treatment. Where was this ’king’ energy when she begged for him to stay? He tried to kill himself—not because of her, but because he couldn’t handle being dumped!"

Aurora lowered her head, exhaustion washing over her face.

"Alexander’s just selfish," Dominic muttered. "He dumped you like it was nothing, even announced it publicly to the press. Now he wants you back and plays the victim? Tries to kill himself to guilt you? That’s not love—it’s manipulation!"

Aurora closed her eyes. Her heart was in chaos. "Dominic... please. I just need some peace and quiet."

Dominic scoffed but said no more.

From the side, Nerida quietly took it all in—secretly recording everything on his phone.

Luckily, no reporters had caught wind that Aurora was here.

That was the last thing she needed right now.

About half an hour passed. Aurora sat quietly until the door creaked open.

"Aurora," Kennedy’s sharp voice cut through the silence, "my brother wants to see you."

Aurora stood and walked into the room, closing the door behind her.

Mrs. Lewis glared at her, eyes bulging with rage. If she could, she’d rip Aurora to shreds right there.

But with her son freshly out of surgery, she didn’t dare risk upsetting him. So she simply glared with icy hatred as Aurora walked toward the bed.

"...Aurora," Alexander’s voice was hoarse.

She walked over and sat down quietly beside him.

"Alexander, you idiot," she said, her voice trembling. "You shouldn’t have done this."

Aurora sat in silence.

What could she even say?

She wanted to slap him. She hated how weak he’d become. Hated how he’d fallen apart.

When she was dumped, she not only lost her relationship—she’d been used. She still didn’t give up. She held her head high and kept going.

But him?

This was supposed to guilt her back into his life?

Her eyes lifted, cold and sharp.

And Alexander—just one look into her gaze made his entire body go cold.