Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 641: The Sharp-Tongued Aunt

Everett took a deep breath, forcing down the desire churning inside him. All he wanted was to be close to Aurora. Other women? They didn’t even cross his mind.

But still—how would he know unless he actually let go?

Should he really give up on her?

His thoughts were a mess.

As the car pulled off the highway, the signal strengthened. His phone rang—it was a call from his father.

"Everett, how have you been lately? I heard you haven’t been at the company much," Mr. Adams said, tone laced with blame, which only made Everett’s expression colder.

"Whether I’m there or not doesn’t matter. I’m still keeping the company running."

"Let’s not talk about that now. Do you remember your Uncle Torres’s daughter? She just graduated from Country W. She said she wants to visit you—her flight just landed, she’ll be there tomorrow," Mr. Adams said lightly.

Uncle Torres?

Everett paused for a second. Torres was one of his father’s old classmates, a good friend for decades. They’d even immigrated to Country Y together.

But Everett had never liked getting close to women, so when Delilah visited the Adams household, he barely spoke to her.

Delilah was 22 now, with a sweet, pretty face. When they were younger, she used to come over to play all the time. But Everett had never paid her any attention—aside from a polite hello, he ignored her completely, no matter how she tried to get close.

"So what if she’s coming? You want me to babysit her? Tell her I don’t have time for any Country W princess."

His tone was sharp.

"What’s wrong with you? I didn’t say anything last time when you treated Charlotte that way. But this time, if Delilah’s going to see you, you’d better not act like a jerk again!" Mr. Adams snapped.

"You want me to marry Delilah?" Everett let out a cold laugh. "Dad, I’ll handle my own marriage. You don’t need to worry about that. Maybe worry about your darling little wife instead. Two marriages, and—"

He suddenly stopped.

Everett couldn’t bring himself to finish. As much as he resented his father, there was some pity in there too.

The man had been completely loyal to both of his wives. And both had betrayed him.

The worst part? He didn’t even know.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" his father barked. "If your stepmom heard that, how hurt would she be? Hasn’t she treated you well? Everett, if you’re a real man, don’t fight with a woman!"

Mr. Langston’s voice boiled over with anger, ending in a cold, sarcastic laugh.

Everett scoffed. "I never needed her to treat me well. And don’t bring that woman up again. Dad, you’re sharp in business, but when it comes to women? Are you brain-dead? Should I remind you... your precious young wife is probably off somewhere having a good time—with someone else."

"You ungrateful brat! What the hell did you just say?!"

"If I’m a bastard, then what does that make you, Dad? Only a bastard could raise one, right? You’d better brace yourself. And honestly, at your age, you really don’t need a woman anymore. Just divorce her already."

With that, Everett hung up.

He actually pitied the old man.

Two marriages. Two betrayals. And both times, he’d given his all.

Maybe that was the root of Everett’s lifelong disdain for women. His own mother had been selfish and unfaithful, giving him zero love—only pain.

And now his stepmother? She was thirty years younger than his father. A woman like that didn’t love him—she loved his money.

But his father... never saw it.

Everett’s lips curled into a bitter smile. That old man had worked like a dog for his family his whole life, never enjoying anything, never straying.

And what did he get in return?

"Uh... sir... your father... he’s calling my phone now," Tobias said nervously from the front seat.

Caught in the middle again. No matter what he did—answer or ignore—he’d offend someone.

Pick up the call, and he’d offend the young master.

Don’t pick it up, and he’d offend the old man.

In two words: screwed either way.

"You take it," Everett said coldly, face tense. "Tell him I’m in the middle of a beautiful daydream and don’t have time for his nonsense."

He didn’t want to say anything worse. Deep down, he did care about his father.

Mr. Langston had always been his role model. Even though he’d been busy with business when Everett was young, he still made time for him—unlike Everett’s reckless birth mother, who never treated him like a real son.

She resented him—blamed her ruined figure on his birth, hated the time she had to spend working out just to stay in shape afterward.

But his father? He always rushed home when Everett cried. If the company wasn’t in crisis, he’d show up quietly, take him to the park, or just sit with him.

Thinking of that made Everett’s chest heavy. His father was getting older. If he ever found out what kind of woman his much-younger wife really was... it would break him.

But confronting her or forcing her to leave? That would just backfire. His father would blame him and end up clinging to her even more.

Tobias, on the other hand, was doing his best to politely deflect Mr. Langston on the phone. After hanging up once, the call came through again—Mr. Langston, fuming.

"Tell that little bastard to pick up the damn phone!"

Tobias put on his best apologetic smile. Meanwhile, Everett leaned back and shut his eyes.

All he could think about... was Aurora.

He hoped—truly hoped—she’d be the kind of woman who would stay by his side, forever.

⸻

For the past two nights, Aurora hadn’t had a single nightmare.

Maybe it was because she’d finally gotten used to facing Everett. The bad dreams she used to have, all linked to that rainy night, seemed to fade.

After one more rest day, she’d be filming the city scenes for the MV—then it was off to Country Y.

But early that morning, her phone rang—it was her uncle.

"Aurora, tonight is Kimi’s birthday. Come home for dinner, will you?"

Birthday?

Aurora jolted upright. She’d almost forgotten about her little nephew’s birthday.

"If I come back... Grandma will be there too, won’t she? Uncle, maybe I should skip it this year. I’ll send a gift instead—I don’t want to ruin the mood."

She spoke almost automatically. She had no interest in seeing Mrs. Wilson. Every time they crossed paths, it ended in scolding, shaming, or outright cursing.

"I understand," her uncle said gently. "If you don’t want to see your grandmother, I won’t push you. It’s been years, but she still can’t let go. Don’t hold it against her—she’s just too old-fashioned."

Aurora gave a soft "Mm," and replied, "I understand, Uncle. I’ll let you go."

She hung up, sitting there feeling a little empty. She honestly didn’t want to go to Kimi’s birthday—not because of him, but because Mrs. Wilson and her grandmother never welcomed her.

Her half-sister Madison would definitely be there too—and just like their grandmother, Madison loved to mock her, always with some sarcastic jab.

Really, Aurora thought, aside from her uncle and Kimi, the whole family was a mess.

She gave a bitter little smile, then headed downstairs to talk with Dominic about what gift to send Kimi.

Eleanor joined in with some suggestions. Since Kimi already had tons of toys, they figured a model airplane would be more unique—Dominic was sent off to the toy store to grab one.

After all, little boys didn’t care for jewelry and shiny things.

But later that evening, Aurora got a call—from Mrs. Wilson.

Her tone? Predictably nasty.

"Aurora, you didn’t even show up to Kimi’s birthday. What, you think you’re too good for our family now? And that gift of yours—how cheap can you get? Kimi already has that toy."

Aurora stayed silent for a few seconds, her eyes cold.

No matter what she did for her nephew, she was always going to be criticized. Always.