The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 618 You Stole My Stuff!

Victor said, “Right now, your father is trying to get that half of the map from your mother. And your mother…”

He paused mid–sentence.

Then, after a beat, he continued, “Your mother has gathered a few of the veteran elders who still follow her. She’s likely trying to establish her own faction. This is her most critical moment.”

Establish her own faction.

Clearly, the conflict had escalated beyond reconciliation. Tessa’s chest tightened painfully.

Victor glanced at her. “The web of relationships in this conflict is far too tangled. Your mother probably wants nothing more than to keep you out of it.”

“What’s that man’s stance right now?”

Victor replied, “He probably doesn’t know you exist. And he loves his current wife–very much.”

Tessa went quiet. Loves her, huh? Well, of course he does. If he didn’t, how would he have had three children with her?

She closed her eyes; a sharp, prickling pain bloomed in her chest.

“Can’t I see my mother, just once?”

The thought of her mom facing all of this alone was unbearable. The ache in her heart was too much to stand.

And in that moment, her heart filled with a kind of courage she’d never felt before.

All her past fears, shattered by the fierce love she felt for her mother.

“She won’t see you,” Victor said.

After a moment, he added, “She probably doesn’t want your father to find out about you, either.”

That was the most stubborn part of Diana’s pride. She didn’t want that man to ever know about Tessa.

Tessa lowered her eyes, And in them, a fire lit.

a

Marie had

get a single word out, Evie turned and

Are you even a

could talk big when she was scheming.

madwoman, but today she wasn’t nearly as

last night had been too

‘Stop chasing me! It’s all

“You damn woman!”

made Marie more determined to catch her and give her

Heartless wench

darted out of the ballroom like a rabbit;

rushed out the door, she

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618 You Stole My

forehead smacked against him with a dull sound, and her brain

aching head, she groaned,

up–only to

“You?”

talk to

Marie wasn’t in the mood to talk about anything

name, what

of

him aside. “Ugh, whatever it is, it

F

Finished

word, Marie tore off

catch her today, she’d vanish off the grid again, probably into nowhere where even the

some

godforsaken corner of

frowned as he watched Marie’s limping but determined

a pause, he decided

Evie was quick.