My Reborn Story Is Insane (Back to My Worst Birthday and Starting Anew)

Chapter 13 Our Little Princess

The room fell silent.

Was this really something to be happy about?

Leah, the one supposedly deserving of thanks, couldn’t feel a shred of joy.

Willard’s face darkened. “For something so expensive, why didn’t you get an expert to appraise it before making the deal?”

Valda’s voice shook as she gripped the railing. “Think of the shame! If news spreads that we were foolish enough to be swindled out of such a sum, we’ll become the laughingstock of the other families!”

Olympia’s lips trembled, too shocked to speak. She could already picture the scene–attending social gatherings with other wealthy wives, hearing thent whisper behind her back…

Having the bowl break at home was one thing; being scammed was a public humiliation!

Alec, his face stiff, stepped in to assure everyone. “I’ll handle this.”

Leah’s face flushed bright red with shame. “I’m sorry…

Even Milo hadn’t anticipated this dramatic turn of events. Trying to smooth things over, he added, “Leah only did this for the sake of Zayn. She’s still young and inexperienced, this was a costly lesson, but she’ll be more careful in the future.”

“Well, the Nelsons really is swimming in money, huh? Three hundred million dollars and a simple apology just makes it all go away?”

out a chuckle, her eyes arching with a smile that was cold and

sarcasm.

clenched her fists, her teeth grinding

she’d felt moments before. It was as if she’d been

Leah said, her voice

causing a disaster. When Zayn returns, I’ll personally apologize to him. After that, I’ll work hard to earn back the money and pay him back every

trembled, and the image of her earlier fall only made

with unwavering determination, insisting that she would repay

or irritated now softened, pity

was the child they had protected, loved, and spoiled from the moment she

no surprise you don’t know the ways of the world. It’s not your fault that someone

make sure the scammers face justice. You don’t need to worry about

her daughter right away, for letting her mind wander and

her tone full of affection. “Silly child, how could we ever blame our little princess? The ones at fault are

eyes brimmed with tears as she choked out, “Thank you, Grandma… Thank you, Dad… Thank you, Mom. If you hadn’t forgiven me, I really don’t know what I would have done. I care about all of

forget about it, no more tears,” Olympia said, pulling her into a hug,

her features impassive. Even the small red mole beneath her eye seemed to reflect a glint of

turned and caught sight of Charmaine, standing off to the side, looking at them as if she were merely a spectator. That look of detachment strangely pricked

scammed? Let me tell you something, Leah’s intentions

voice dripped with dissatisfaction, clearly convinced that