The True Heiress's Return

Seeing it in pictures was one thing.

Seeing Mitchell, the man she had plotted against, whom she thought should have been eaten by wild animals after falling off a mountain cliff, lying alive in front of her, made Yvette's heart race as if it was about to jump out of her chest. "Mitchell..." She breathed deeply as she stood by the bedside, with her voice filled with mixed emotions. "You're really hard to kill, aren't you?".This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

"You're so protective of Shakira, risking everything to uncover the truth from back then. If you wake up and find out it was Shakira who picked you up and saved your life, would you be moved, thinking she's willing to accept and forgive you?" Her eyes, the only part of her face exposed from under the mask were filled with uncontrollable turmoil and a deeply ingrained hatred.

"Ha." Yvette sneered as she stared fixedly at the motionless Mitchell. "Too bad. Shakira put in so much effort to hide you, but I still find you." Her voice was low and full of rage that seemed ready to burst out.

"You wanna ruin me and take away everything I have... No way." vette reached out, removed the oxygen mask, and picked up a pillow leaning over Mitchell's sleeping face. The intense murderous intent surged in her bloodshot eyes. "Didn't you say you'd die for me?" As she spoke, Yvette pressed the pillow down firmly.

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"Now, you can die." Yvette poured all her strength into her hands. This time, she was determined to make sure Mitchell was "Now, you can die." Yvette poured all her stre really dead, with no chance of coming back to life.

Yvette's face twisted with madness, but unexpectedly, the equipment next to them detected fluctuations in Mitchell's vital signs and suddenly sounded an alarm.

Beep. "Damn it, what's happening?"

Yvette never expected something like this to happen, and she was scared out of her mind. Without a second thought, she quickly dropped the pillow and glared at Mitchell, who looked pale with fear. Reluctant but with no other option, she quickly left. Shakira was sure her injuries weren't serious, but Walter was making a fuss, insisting she stay in the hospital for a few more days.

At first, Shakira refused, but Walter held her hand and said in his deep, raspy voice, "Do you really want me to be distracted from my important exams, worrying about what might happen to you at home?"

Shakira hesitated. "What could possibly happen to me at home? Levi and the others will take care of me."

Walter didn't say anything. He just quietly watched her.

Sure enough, a man showing vulnerability was the ultimate way to make a woman soften.

Facing those pitiful eyes that seemed like the world had abandoned him, Shakira couldn't hold her ground..."Alright, alright. I'll stay a few more days, just to keep you company."

Walter smiled with satisfaction and leaned in for a passionate kiss. "You're so good to me, and here's your reward."

Shakira's mouth curled into a smile against her will.

Her heart fluttered, and she couldn't resist cupping his face, kissing him deeply. As Walter's eyes darkened, he wrapped his arms around her waist, ready to take charge. Just then, Benji barged in once again. "Shakira,' your friends are here..." 1/3

The words to see your barely made it out of his mouth before Donji felt Walter's icy gaze pierce through him from head to toc.

Once again walking right into trouble, Benji was almost in tears Bro, have you really never thought of just installing a doorbelle

"Get out, Walter said.

Shakira coughed a couple of times and then looked up at the timid Xanthe, who was frozen at the door.

Shakira's eyes softened. "Xanthe, come on in."

Upon hearing Shakira call her name, Xanthe couldn't hold back her pent-up anxiety and guilt any longer. She burst into tears, rushing to the bedside. "Shakira, I'm such a mess. I'm so sorry, boohoo."

She was sobbing uncontrollably. "It's all because of my fault that you're hurt like this."

Shakira found her reaction both amusing and touching, while also feeling a twinge of guilt herself.

Turning her head, she saw Walter, who understood her thoughts had already handed over a box of tissues.

Shakira gave him an exasperated look and took a tissue to wipe Xanthe's tears.

She said, "Stop crying. I'm really okay. You're the one who got dragged into this because of me."

"No it's not like that." Xanthe insisted with a flushed face. "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have fallen into Fiona's dirty -tricks. I'm the one holding you back."

Sean, who came in behind Xanthe, had a sheepish expression. "Alright, alright. It's my fault this time. If I had taken you home, none of this would have happened."

In a quiet voice, Shakira said, "Fiona is so stubborn. Even if it wasn't this time, she would have found another opportunity."

Xanthe listened, with her anger rising as she lifted her head.

"She's so terrible-she even had the anesthetist ready and a bunch of thugs prepared. She didn't plan to let us go.

"And now she's just been taken away by the police. The Banks family is big and influential, and they'll definitely protect her. They'll keep her locked up for a while, but then she'll come out and cause trouble again."

The more Xanthe talked, the more scared she became. "What if she gets out and holds a grudge against Shakira?"

"She won't get that chance." Walter said calmly.

"The Banks couplé has already signed their assets away, and soon their influence in Crescentville will vanish. As for Fiona, with charges like hiring thugs, attempted harm, and using illegal drugs, our lawyers at the Lopez Group will make sure she gets the punishment." Glancing at Walter, Sean added, "And those accomplices, apart from an old servant who tipped off the Banks family, the others won't see the outside world ever again."

Shakira thought of the heartfelt apology from Jaslene before she passed away, and her expression had a touch of helplessness. "Jaslene had the best intentions, but unfortunately, Fiona realized it too late."

Walter had some matters to handle at the company, so he took Benji out of the ward to deal with them.

Xanthe sat by the bed, diligently peeling an apple for Shakira.

But as soon as she made the first cut, she accidentally sliced off a third of the apple. Awkwardly, Xanthe ate it herself. "I'll eat

The word to see your barely made it out of his mouth before enji felt Walter's icy gaze pierce through him from head to Te

Once again walking right into trouble, Benji was almost in tears Bro, have you really never thought of just installing a doorbell Get out. Walter said,

Shakira coughed a couple of times and then looked up at the timid Xanthe, who was frozen at the door.

Shakira's eyes softened. "Xanthe, come on in."

Upon hearing Shakira call her name, Xanthe couldn't hold back her pent-up anxiety and guilt any longer. She burst into tears, rushing to the bedside. "Shakira, I'm such a mess. I'm so sorry, boohoo." She was sobbing uncontrollably. "It's all because of my fault that you're hurt like this."

Shakira found her reaction both amusing and touching, while also feeling a twinge of guilt herself.

Turning her head, she saw Walter, who understood her thoughts, had already handed over a box of tissues.

Shakira gave him an exasperated look and took a tissue to wipe Xanthe's tears.

She said. "Stop crying. I'm really okay. You're the one who got dragged into this because of me."

"No it's not like that." Xanthe insisted with a flushed face. "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have fallen into Fiona's dirty tricks. I'm the one holding you back."

Sean, who came in behind Xanthe, had a sheepish expression. "Alright, alright. It's my fault this time. If I had taken you home, none of this would have happened."

In a quiet voice, Shakira said, "Fiona is so stubborn. Even if it wasn't this time, she would have found another opportunity."

Xanthe listened, with her anger rising as she lifted her head.

"She's so terrible-she even had the anesthetist ready and a bunch of thugs prepared. She didn't plan to let us go.

"And now she's just been taken away by the police. The Banks family is big and influential, and they'll definitely protect her. They'll keep her locked up for a while, but then she'll come out and cause trouble again."

The more Xanthe talked, the more scared she became. "What if she gets out and holds a grudge against Shakira?"

"She won't get that chance." Walter said calmly.

"The Banks couple has already signed their assets away, and soon their influence in Crescentville will vanish. As for Fiona, with charges like hiring thugs, attempted harm, and using illegal drugs, our lawyers at the Lopez Group will make sure she gets the punishment." Glancing at Walter, Sean added, "And those accomplices, apart from an old servant who tipped off the Banks family, the others won't see the outside world ever again."

Shakira thought of the heartfelt apology from Jaslene before she passed away, and her expression had a touch of helplessness. "Jaslene had the best intentions, but unfortunately, Fiona realized it too late."

Walter had some matters to handle at the company, so he took Benji out of the ward to deal with them.

Xanthe sat by the bed, diligently peeling an apple for Shakira.

But as soon as she made the first cut, she accidentally sliced off a third of the apple. Awkwardly, Xanthe ate it herself. "I'll eat

this one. Let me peel another,

Sean couldn't bear it anymore and took the apple. "Let me do it

Xanthe glared and angrily bit into the apple. Shakira chuckled and shook her head, and then glanced at the bandage on Xanthe's forehead with a flash of cold in her eyes. "Did they find you and hurt you?" Walter rushed over, but those people never showed up. Shakira knew Xanthe didn't escape safely.

Xanthe shook her head. "I have no idea. I just remember coming out of the building, and trying to leave from the back. Then there was sudden pain, and when I woke up, I was already in the hospital..." Suddenly, Xanthe remembered something. "I'm sorry, Shakira. lost your watch."

Shakira comforted her. "H's just a watch. The important thing is that you're okay."

Xanthe replied, "Yeah, once I'm better, I'll get you an identical one

Sean couldn't help but mutter from the side, "How could you possibly find an identical one... Xanthe heard this, and her eyes shot daggers. "What? Are you looking down on me or something?" Sean said, "How am I looking down on you? You don't even know, that watch is... Ah, forget it."

In Xanthe's eyes, Sean's half-spoken words came off as cryptic and sarcastic.

She grabbed her apple and knife back, waving her hand. She was so angry that she was almost sputtering, "Get lost, I don't need your fake kindness."

Sean was speechless.

Wait, why was he getting scolded for telling the truth? He felt quite speechless, rubbing his nose, and then remembered what Jasmin had mentioned to him before, making his expression turn serious.

"Hey... Shakira. Jasmin asked me to say hi, and by the way, that person upstairs had some trouble last night."

Shakira's expression remained unchanged as she calmly asked, "Did he die?"