The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 233

Chapter 233 To Tear Down The Ashton Family

"What?" Tracy's face drained of color, her voice barely a whisper.

Even Farris, who was usually a picture of control, couldn't hide the panic creeping into his expression.

Suddenly, a crushing weight settled over him-an overwhelming suffocation, as if his heart had faltered. His face drained of color, and he grimaced, clutching at his chest as if trying to hold himself together.

"The medicine!" Millard was the first to react, his voice urgent. He rushed to Farris, quickly pulling out a pill from his pocket and gently putting it in his mouth.

Millard rubbed Farris' back in slow, soothing motions, urging him to breathe.

The minutes stretched on endlessly, the tension thick in the air, until finally, Farris 'breathing steadied.

Yet, the ordeal had aged him in an instant-his body frail, his energy drained.

He leaned against the sofa, his voice a shadow of its usual strength, barely a whisper. "Call a press conference. We have to own up to our mistakes, accept whatever

consequences come.'

Bruce's gaze hardened, his eyes colder than ever, his jaw set like stone. "I understand,

Grandpa."

she had spoken to him

His face, usually so composed, was

just an idle

the veins on the back of his hands standing out as he

her bitterness. "That cunning little

the weight of the moment sinking in.

company now, Bruce."

"Alright."

pride and admit their wrongs, they had

Tracy's anger simmered, a searing fire raging within her chest,

gathered her things, determined to confront

and settle the score.

as she reached the front gate, a court summons was delivered to

the text on the paper, her fingers shaking uncontrollably as

caught in

her, and she

the blow.

her to her feet. Tracy clung to the maid's hands,

Bruce back!"

at the company to handle the crisis, but Millard rushed home.