Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 680: Stubbornly Waiting

Gianna’s eyes were wide with terror.

How could she possibly admit to what she had done?

She had secretly loved the man lying unconscious on the bed for so long, forced to bury her feelings because of her status.

What made it worse—he didn’t love her back.

He despised her.

And the more he rejected her, the more desperately she craved him.

But standing here, in front of everyone, if she admitted it now—

she would never be allowed near Everett again.

"It wasn’t me... It wasn’t me! Sir, I swear, I’m being framed! Please, don’t believe them!"

Gianna frantically shook her head, denying everything.

Tobias let out a cold laugh.

"You want us to release the letters you wrote to the young master? The ones from your private email account? You’ve been obsessed with him for years.

And when he rejected you—you retaliated by poisoning him!"

Tobias, loyal to Everett above all else, no longer cared about sparing Old Mr. Langston’s feelings.

After all, to the old man, Gianna had never been more than a casual plaything.

If there had ever been real love, he wouldn’t have treated his young wife with such coldness from the beginning.

"You’re lying! You’re slandering me!" Gianna shouted, her face twisting in panic and rage.

Old Mr. Langston could no longer bear it.

His fury exploded.

He stormed forward and struck her hard across the face.

Gianna fell to the ground in a heap, clutching her swollen cheek, her eyes full of terror.

"You filthy woman! Tell me NOW—what exactly did you make him take?"

Old Mr. Langston roared, his entire body trembling with rage.

He was so furious, his blood pressure was spiking dangerously.

This woman—

She truly had feelings for his son!

And yet she had once been his own wife!

Even though Gianna and Everett had no blood relation, by societal standards, such feelings were unforgivable.

And now—

She had even poisoned him?

Gianna sobbed helplessly.

She could see it now—there was no use denying it any longer.

Old Mr. Langston would never believe her again.

"I... I didn’t know it would turn out like this..." she wept.

"I just didn’t want him to go to Country S to see Aurora... So... I looked for a way to stop him.

That online friend found out and sent me a bottle of liquid.

He said it was colorless, tasteless, and if Everett drank it, he would sleep for seven days and then wake up as normal..."

Gianna finally broke down and confessed.

Old Mr. Langston’s eyes burned with rage.

He raised his cane high and brought it crashing down on her.

Gianna screamed, curling into a ball, sobbing pitifully.

"You wretched woman!

What if it was real poison? What if he never wakes up? Or worse—what if it’s a deadly toxin?

You evil, vile thing! After everything I’ve done for you—this is how you repay me?"

The old man struck her again and again, his cane thudding against her trembling body as she cried uncontrollably.

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"Sir," Tobias spoke up, his voice low but urgent,

"I suggest we turn her over to us.

We need to track down that so-called ’friend’—and find out exactly what their real intentions are."

Old Mr. Langston’s chest heaved violently, his heart stabbing with pain.

Everett was his only real family, his only real future.

Even though he had married Gianna later in life,

she had only entered his world after he had already achieved success.

Everett’s childhood had been full of neglect—and Old Mr. Langston knew he owed him dearly for it.

That’s why, in later years, he did everything he could to make it up to him.

Everett was exceptionally intelligent.

Even before reaching adulthood, he had already started helping with some of the company’s affairs.

He was the rightful heir to X&L.

No one could ever replace him.

And yet now, because of Gianna, Everett lay trapped in a nightmare.

How could he ever face his son again?

"Fine," Old Mr. Langston said through gritted teeth.

"Take her. Handle it however you see fit. There’s no use keeping trash like her here."

He was gasping for air, trembling with fury.

Gianna’s promiscuity had once been his own mistake to tolerate.

But hurting his son—

That was something he could never forgive.

"Sir, please! Have mercy on me—for Ophelia’s sake! Please!" Gianna cried out desperately.

But Will stepped forward and pressed a cloth against her mouth.

Gianna struggled weakly before collapsing into unconsciousness.

Tobias and the others carried her away.

Only by interrogating Gianna could they hope to uncover the mysterious figure behind all this.

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Left alone in the room, Old Mr. Langston suddenly looked like he had aged ten years.

Gone was the powerful, imposing figure he once was.

He slumped onto the sofa, his gaze fixed on the motionless Everett lying in the bed—no amount of calling could wake him.

"What a sin... What a sin..." he muttered hoarsely.

"If only I had listened to my son and never married that woman... none of this would’ve happened."

He remembered it clearly now: he had been around forty years old back then.

A middle-aged man with certain physical needs.

So he had impulsively married Gianna, who matched his ideal "type."

But in the end, she had turned out just like his late wife.

The disappointment had eaten away at him.

He had stopped touching Gianna altogether.

Still, out of guilt for the daughter she bore him, he never divorced her.

Women—

They were the source of all his life’s failures.

"Son..." he whispered brokenly.

"I’m so sorry... It’s all my fault..."

Tears clouded his aging eyes, blurring everything before him.

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By the sixth day of Everett’s coma—

Tobias and his team had already taken Gianna away.

But the mysterious man she had contacted...

It was as if he had vanished into thin air.

They traced his IP address—

Only to find an abandoned building.

No matter how many emails Gianna sent afterward, there was no response.

Tobias and the others were at a complete loss.

Old Mr. Langston grew even more agitated.

His blood pressure spiked dangerously.

He couldn’t sleep, his eyes bloodshot with rage and exhaustion.

Even Ophelia didn’t dare get close to him.

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Meanwhile, Aurora had been waiting outside the Langston estate in Y City for two full days.

Every day, she stood outside.

And every day, she was ignored.

This morning, after a simple breakfast, Aurora returned again to the estate gates.

Snow was falling thick and heavy, blurring the world into a sea of white.

Dominic sat in the car nearby, watching the endless snowflakes fall, watching Aurora stand there without even an umbrella.

His heart twisted.

Jumping out of the car, he grabbed an umbrella and hurried to stand beside her.

"Aurora," he said gently, "you don’t have to stay here. Really."

A delicate snowflake clung to Aurora’s long eyelashes, melting into a droplet in seconds.

"Dominic, you don’t need to keep me company," she said softly.

"Aurora... you’ve been standing out here for days.

That old man is never going to come out and see you. Why keep torturing yourself?"

Dominic’s voice was full of worry.

In Country S, Aurora was already a rising star.

Yet here in Country Y, she was treated no better than a beggar—ignored and shunned.

"Dominic, don’t say that," Aurora whispered, her voice firm.

"I’m the one asking for his help.

I have to show some sincerity."

She clenched the umbrella tightly.

Aurora felt it in her heart:

The public statement on Everett’s Twitter—it hadn’t been posted by him.

It had to be Old Mr. Langston’s doing.

She had seen the distaste and rejection in the old man’s eyes before.

Many elders from prominent families hated the idea of their sons marrying actresses.

They thought the entertainment industry was too messy, and actresses too untrustworthy.

"But even if you stand here forever, he might never see you..." Dominic said, his heart aching.

Aurora lowered her gaze.

"It doesn’t matter.

At least I’ll know I tried.

And I have to find out what’s happened to Everett.

I can’t just sit in a hotel and do nothing."

Dominic bit his lip, reluctant.

"Aurora... you’re already anemic.

If you stay out here in the cold much longer, you’ll get sick again..."

"Stop trying to talk me out of it," Aurora said stubbornly.

"I’m not leaving."

When Aurora got stubborn, she was like an iron bull—impossible to move.

"Fine..." Dominic muttered, surrendering with a sigh.

He shoved the umbrella into her hands and backed away relu