The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 249 Your Mother And I Will Manage The...

Ellie's expression darkened at her family's uninvited arrival. These were her closest blood relatives, yet when she had been pregnant with Jayceon's child, they had turned their backs on her.

At that time, Jayceon's parents refused to let her live with them. She had been forced to return to her own

home, but her family had only treated her with rejection.

Her parents and brother had branded her unwed pregnancy as shameful, driving her away with harsh orders,

telling her never to return.

During those first grueling years in Norview, there had been no calls from them,

no financial support. They had let her struggle in a foreign land, fighting for survival on her own.

She had convinced herself that her family meant nothing to her. That was why she hadn't informed them when

she had come back this time.

Yet now, they had come to her.

Years of pent-up bitterness erupted. "What are you doing here?" Ellie demanded, her eyes blazing. "You're not

welcome here."

“Ungrateful wretch! After all we invested in you, how could you

the

heard Ellie's stories but had never grasped the full extent of her family's cruelty. The elders' greedy sneers confirmed to her that they were not good people

positioned herself

as the strangers appraised his home like inspectors, their eyes

entitlement.

to

tone shifted. "You must be

Harper," Brenna confirmed curtly, maintaining

eyes narrowed as they raked over Patrick. Then, she hissed at Ellie, "You kept the

"This apartment will do nicely," Hank announced. "Angela and I will take

"This place is adequate for newlyweds. With

began snapping photos of every corner. "I

spaces, including her bedroom and bathroom, invading her privacy. Ellie's anger

flash, unleashed a torrent of reprimands. "Stop yelling. We have every blessed right to everything here! You vanished post-graduation, not sending home a dime. Did we nurture you all these years for nothing? After the mountain of money we poured into your education, you have to repay us. Hank is about to get married. Since

a low growl. "This isn't my property; it's

as saucers. "Stop lying!" Hank spat, his voice laced with venom. "Everyone knows you're a famous designer now. You can make tens of millions a year. How could this place not be yours? You're just being an ungrateful person for not wanting to give this place to us. How dare you not

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back on us for years. Now that you're swimming in money, you should buy