The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 404

Chapter 404:

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At the Ashton residence, Rita’s cheeks were so red and swollen that even the simple act of drinking water sent sharp pangs rippling through her face. Eating? That was an agony she wouldn’t dare entertain.

Tracy, standing beside her, pressed a towel-wrapped ice pack into her hands.

“Honestly, Rita, can you blame your brother for scolding you? You keep poking the bear, and then you act surprised when it swipes back. Have you not learned anything from the last few times you’ve tangled with Corrine?”

Though her words carried the weight of reprimand, a flicker of something else lingered beneath them—resentment toward Corrine, silent and simmering. Corrine knew Rita was frightened of dogs, yet she purposely brought two dogs to terrify her. It was a planned disgrace.

The live broadcast earlier that day had quickly turned Rita and Leah into the center of public attention, with Rita’s reputation as a bully becoming firmly embedded in the public’s mind.

Her ridiculous imitation of a dog’s bark not only humiliated herself but also dragged the Ashton family through the mud.

And all of it was thanks to that wretched woman, Corrine.

“But I can’t stand it!” Rita growled, frustration thick in her voice. She winced as the outburst pulled at her swollen cheeks, making the pain shoot through her.

Wincing again, she quickly covered her face with both hands, her eyes reddened with unshed tears as she looked helplessly at Tracy.

“I’ve never been humiliated like this in my life. And Corrine? She doesn’t even care! She keeps putting her hands on me without a second thought. How am I supposed to just let this go?”

In Rita’s eyes, and in the eyes of the entire Ashton family, Corrine was nothing more than a poor woman from the countryside—pretty, clever, but nothing more.

She walked around with an air of superiority, as if she had some noble blood running through her veins.

If it weren’t for Bruce taking her in all those years ago, Corrine would have been sent back to that rural village of hers.

All these years, she had been living off the Ashton family, yet instead of showing any gratitude, she’d constantly been a thorn in Rita’s side.

𝗦𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝘁 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀．ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Rita could hardly stomach it.

The Ashton family had suffered so much because of Corrine. As Rita vented, Tracy’s expression darkened with understanding.

But they had lost too many times to Corrine to ignore her resources.

It made them question—who was behind her?

Was it the Ford family? The Seymour family? Or someone else entirely? Until they had answers, the Ashtons dared not make a move, fearing they might stir up more trouble than they could handle.

“Since leaving the Ashton family, Corrine’s become more reckless by the day. Look at her now, strutting around like she owns Lyhaton!” Tracy muttered, her voice thick with irritation.

She glanced at Rita, whose swollen face twisted with pain, a flicker of sympathy in her eyes.

“Corrine’s arrogance comes from relying too much on a man’s support. But, as they say, fortune favors the bold only for so long. The day she falls will be the day we take back everything, and more.”

Tracy wrapped her arms around Rita, her tone soft but firm.

“Until then, you have to learn to endure. Do you understand? Sometimes, small sacrifices lead to much larger rewards.”

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