The True Heiress's Return

Rebecca stormed in, with Yvette trailing behind, holding her right hand and looking aggrieved. Even though there were plenty of staff backstage, Rebecca had no intention of controlling her temper. Her eyes blazed with fury, like a vengeful spirit, eager to consume Shakira entirely.

"To boost your image, you broke Yvette's hand. Get out with me. I want everyone to see how evil you really are. Rebecca shouted angrily, her long, sharp nails slashing through the air menacingly toward Shakira. The force behind them seemed enough to draw blood if she wasn't careful.

Shakira narrowed her eyes and replied coldly, "Mrs. Nelson, are you trying to make a fool of yourself in front of everyone?"

Rebecca was speechless. Her hand stopped in mid-air as she met Shakira's cold and merciless eyes. She recalled their previous encounter when she had been overpowered without even a chance to fight back.

Rebecca angrily dropped her hand and pointed it at Shakira's nose. Seeing Shakira's arrogant stance and ignoring her completely, Rebecca felt a deep hatred but was helpless to change it.

Shakira smirked, with her gaze shifting to Yvette, who was hiding behind Rebecca, and let out a silent sneer. "Did Yvette tell you that I broke her hand?" Shakira asked with a casual tone that was enough to make Yvette feel like a frightened bird.

Yvette quickly pulled down Rebecca's hand, whispering almost desperately. "Mom, my injury has nothing TO do with Shakira. Let's go home"

Rebecca angrily shook off her hand. She had faced great humiliation, and now Yvette was even standing up for Shakira. Rebecca was furious.

Her disappointment in Yvette was clear, and her gaze was filled with blame and frustration. "How are you going to defend her! If she hadn't locked you, you wouldn't have gotten hurt?"

If you had performed, all the cheers and applause would have been for you. The photos with the seniors would have be of our family. Dad and I wouldn't be the laughingstock, continued Rebecca.

Hearing these words, Shakira found Rebecca's way of thinking truly fascinating. No wonder Yvette was so loved by her; birds of a feather flocked together.

As Rebecca's sharp, loud voice faded, a sneering laugh came from outside the door. It wasn't cold or indifferent, just very mocking, and it was startling in the quiet room.

Rebecca turned her head viciously and snapped. "Who dares to laugh!"

At some point, Walter appeared outside the door, with his overly confident, handsome face smirking. "Mrs. Nelson, do you even want to scold me?"

Rebecca's expression suddenly changed.

Walter's sneer was obvious. "Why do you assume that once Yvette goes on stage, she'll receive the same praise as Shakira? Aren't you aware of Yvette's piano skills?"

Being belittled so openly in front of so many people, Yvette's face turned pale instantly.

Walter continued his leisurely mockery, "And you and Mr. Nelson became the laughingstock of all Crescentville. What does that have to do with Shakira?"

"Did she mention you on stage, or say you were her parents? Matthew only said he wanted to invite Shakira's parents on stage, you assumed it was you. Shakira didn't blame you for pretending, yet you turn around and blame her? You deserved the ridicule from all of Crescentville."

"Furthermore, you don't even think about reflecting on your own embarrassing words and actions. Instead of feeling

ashamed, you go and trouble a young girl to cover up your shame. It's not enough to make a fool of yourself once, you come back for a second time."

"With such a disgraceful hostess at the Nelson family, it's no wonder they can't raise a decent daughter. Truly unfortunate for

the family."

Rebecca was speechless.

Yvette was speechless.

After listening to Walter's comments several times, Shakira was almost applauding out loud. Even Benji, who casually followed behind to watch the show, couldn'i help but join in the applause with everyone else.

Mr. Lopez's skill at defending his wife was amazing. He could infuriate people with just his words.

Even the nearby staff felt extremely satisfied-It was so satisfying to watch.

Rebecca's face fell, her chest rising and falling as if she might faint at any moment. Behind her was a crowd watching the scene, mocking her, including Benji and even those who only deserved backstage work, pointing fingers at her. The humiliation and anger pushed Rebecca's emotions to the breaking point.

She couldn't lift her head out of shame and in the end, could only drag Yvette with her, sneaking away from the crowd.

Walter maneuvered his wheelchair over to Shakira, seeing her eyes sparkling, and couldn't help but grin. "You're useless. Can I even talk back when someone insults you?"

Shakira blinked. The makeup artist had lightly touched up her makeup before she went on stage, adding tiny sparkles at the corners of her eyes. Up close, she looked even more lively and charming.

She pouted and explained. "If you hadn't come. I should've been the one saying those things."

Walter signed. "So, you think I stole your spotlight?

Shakira's eyes sparkled as she bent down with a playful smile and spoke softly, "I wouldn't say that. You helped me out and saved me effort, so I should thank you."

She leaned in a bit closer as the backstage area was noisy and she was afraid that he didn't hear her compliment. With the sudden closeness, her bright eyes and smiling face were right in front of him as if she had effortlessly stepped into his heart. Walter's eyes grew darker. "With such sweet words, are you hoping for a reward?"

Shakira's eyes gleamed. "Is there one?

Big Devil gave a mysterious smile. "We'll talk about it later."

Rebecca didn't go back to the event. Instead, she firmly dragged Yvette straight to the parking lot. Once inside the car, Rebecca couldn't hold back anymore and burst into loud sobs, covering her face.

She didn't dare to look up, fearing that all around her were both familiar and unfuntliar sneering faces. Seeing her like this reminded them of the moment earlier when they instinctively wanted to go on stage with Shakira for a photo. A flash of determination appeared on Yvette's face.

They had already cut ties with Shakira, yet Shakira was still blamed for Mitchell's death. All the ridicule they were facing now was their own fault for seeking temporary glory by trying to claim Shakira as their daughter.

Yvette took a deep breath, with her throat choked up. "Mom, please don't cry; it's not worth it because of Shakira."

As Rebecca ignored her, Yvette reached out to hold onto Rebecc's armi.

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Rebecca suddenly shook her off.

Yvette's back hit the car door with a painful thud.

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The sound snapped Rebecca back to her senses. She looked up instinctively and noticed the blood droplets forming from the nail marks she'd left on Yvette's left hand.

Rebecca was suddenly shocked, holding Yvette's injured hand with tears of regret. "Silly girl, why didn't you tell me I hurt you?"

Yvette frowned deeply, trying to endure. I let you down. Mom. It's my fault."

"What does this have to do with you? It's clearly-" She abruptly stopped, perhaps recalling Walter's harsh criticism earlier. Her face became even more unpleasant.

Yvette hugged Rebecca's trembling body, with tears in her eyes. Im not good, and can't make the family proud. Were I your real daughter, I could be a bit tougher and would not be so timid around her. Maybe I could be a little better, earning everyone's praise. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.