The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In novel Chapter 553

Chapter 553 Too Little, Too Late

Turns out, when a man is pushed to the edge, his pride can shatter too.

But Stella knew better this collapse, this softness? It was just

an act

Because the moment he realized begging didn’t work, he’d show his true face again.

She narrowed her eyes, voice dripping with mockery. “Begging me?”

“How rare. I never thought I’d see the day someone from the Reed family actually begged.”

What were the Reeds like in Rivermount?

Arrogant. Dismissive. Looking down their noses at everyone.

But now Jonathan was reduced to the word please, crawling with humiliation.

Stella let the cold laughter linger. It was intentional.

Once upon a time, they had trampled her beneath their feet–so now she would grind that same weight into their backs. Let them taste it. Let them choke on it.

Jonathan exhaled shakily. “We know the whole truth now. I’ve already kicked Lilian out of the Reed family -for you. To avenge you.”

Stella let out a cold, dry laugh. “For me? That’s rich.”

Now they made it sound like everything was for her.

As if she didn’t know exactly who they were.

“You always knew the truth, didn’t you?”

Before he could respond, she cut in, voice colder than ice.

And just like that, the line went silent–only Jonathan’s strained breathing remained.

Yes. Stella believed they had known all along.

If they really thought Lilian had done nothing, why did they rush to send her away back then?

The truth was, deep down, they had always known.

Jonathan had nothing to say.

Stella went on, voice slicing through the silence. “Don’t flatter yourselves. You’re not avenging me cleaning up your own mess.”

Pretending it was for her.

Please. Did they think she was someone who could be moved by empty gestures?

She never had been—and especially not when it came to people who meant nothing to her.

Jonathan’s voice trembled. “Stella, you-”

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Chapter 553 Too Little, Too Late

She cut him off again: “What? Afraid I’ll bring up the part where her aunt gave your father a pair of twins?

“Juicy, isn’t it?” she laughed, bitter and amused.

Outside the prison, Jonath

He’d just seen Susan.

stood like a ghost–slumped, empty.

Her sentencing had been swift: attempted murder. A long sentence. No legal trick or favor had worked.

And now, Stella’s gleeful laughter echoed through the line, twisting the knife in deeper.

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Jonathan’s hands clenched into fists. “That woman destroyed your family too!”

“Oh? My family?” Stella’s voice went sharp. “You don’t remember what you said the first time we met, do you?”

Jonathan’s face froze.

What had he said?

That day, Lilian had cried her eyes out, claiming she was afraid Stella would be upset about her “taking her place.” Said she wanted to leave.

So Jonathan, filled with guilt and sympathy, had gone straight to Stella and told her:

“Even if you’re the Reed family’s real daughter, Lilian grew up here. She’ll always be one of us.”

“If you behave yourself, you’ll get everything that’s due to a Reed daughter. But if you stir trouble and try to fight her, just remember–she’s closer to all of us than you are.”

He hadn’t said it outright, but the meaning was clear enough: push comes to shove, you are the outsider.

Stella: “Remember now?”

Jonathan didn’t reply. He was too stunned, too ashamed.

But more than anything, he was angry.

Angry that she dared to talk to him this way.

He gritted his teeth, eyes shut tight. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I hurt you–I know that. But please, don’t make Mom pay the price.”

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