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?”

arching with a smile that was

sarcasm.

fists, her teeth grinding together so hard they nearly cracked.

was a gut punch, a stark contrast to the gleeful anticipation she’d felt moments before. It was as if

Leah said,

disaster. When Zayn returns, I’ll personally apologize to him.

her earlier fall only made her current vulnerability more pitiful,

and spoke with unwavering determination, insisting that she would repay the

had earlier felt frustrated or irritated now softened, pity rising in their

loved, and spoiled from the moment she was

know the ways of the world.

outstanding prosecutor. He’ll make

not comforting her daughter right

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

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

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

and the younger generation displayed filial piety, Charmaine’s expression grew colder, her features impassive. Even the

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

because she was scammed? Let me tell you something,

with dissatisfaction, clearly convinced that Charmaine had been