Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 530:

As he spoke, he pulled a red scarf from his pocket — aged around the edges but clearly cared for. Its fraying threads didn’t hide the fact that it had been washed, folded, and held onto.

Maia’s brow creased the moment she saw it. Recognition was instant. She distinctly remembered Jarrod throwing it away.

Jarrod caught the flicker of emotion in her eyes and continued, his voice softer now, “I was a kid back then. I didn’t get what it meant. But now I do. That scarf… you put time into it. You cared. And I was too stupid to see that. I’m lucky I got it back. So today, this is me trying to make it right. If the scarf can find its way back, maybe we can too. We’re still family… right?”

Moved by his own words, Jarrod truly believed that he’d reached her. Surely Maia would feel something too — wouldn’t she?

He waited, almost smiling, expecting her to soften, accept the gift, and step back into the Morgan family as if nothing had ever broken. Maia, his good sister, would return at last.

But no emotion crossed Maia’s face. Her voice was steady and flat as she said, “I don’t want it.”

moment, his fingers curling in hesitation. What was it that she didn’t want? The scarf or the love and care from a brother?

Richard finally lost his patience. His voice dropped, heavy with restrained

made it obvious to the guests that she hadn’t made peace with the Morgan

Sandra looked like all the color had drained from her face. Furious, but too proud to make a scene, she kept

𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒸h𝒶ρtєrs 𝑜𝓃

never bothered with diplomacy. But in front of an audience, their fury had to simmer under a mask of fake warmth. Still, Maia could see their tempers

help but find it ironic. Of course, they came running when they had something to gain. But why should she show courtesy to the very people who had wounded her? Whatever debt she owed the Morgan family had been paid long ago, yet the pain they had inflicted was something

Maia let out a short laugh.

Richard and Sandra and said loud enough for everyone to hear, “Whether I accept this gift or

if caught up in a

face flickered between shades of ash and crimson. Fury burned just beneath the surface, but

himself to swallow