The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 457:

Tori’s eyes narrowed to slits. “Stop trying to fool us. Just tell me if you are rich or not. Aren’t you a famous designer now?”

“Fine. I’ve earned some money over the years,” Ellie admitted.

Tori’s face underwent a miraculous transformation, a smile as fake as a three-dollar bill spreading across her lips as she pulled Ellie onto the couch. “That’s my girl. Now, you’ll support us financially. We don’t ask for much. You just need to buy two houses, one for me and your father, one for Hank. And you need to give us some money.”

Leif spoke with authority. “Listen here, Ellie. Raising you was no picnic, and your college education bled us dry. Here’s the deal—keep twenty thousand for yourself and give the rest of your savings to us. Your mother and I will manage the money for you.”

Ellie, her voice as cold as ice, replied, “That’s not going to happen.”

“Don’t be so ungrateful!” Tori shrieked, pinching Ellie’s arm with force. “We have raised you! You’d rather give your money to that bastard and not us? You need to tell me, who is the father of that bastard?”

Ellie’s irritation boiled over. Her family’s sudden intrusion had caught her off guard. She knew her parents well—they were vain people who only valued their son.

She wanted to get her parents and brother out of here immediately. She didn’t want them to come back ever again.

But their greedy eyes, like vultures, picked apart the apartment, especially Hank’s.

He conducted a mental inventory of every fixture, every piece of furniture, clearly wanting to claim them as his own.

Tori poked Ellie’s ribs, her voice dripping with venom. “Why are you staring at Hank like that? Do you think we’d stoop to taking your things?”

Hank, having completed his tour of the bedrooms, exclaimed, “Three guest rooms, each a palace compared to our master bedroom! Angela has already agreed to live here with me after the wedding.”

He then turned to Ellie, adopting a mock-solemn tone. “You’ll give me this apartment, right? Consider it a debt repaid to Mom and Dad.”

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“I’ve told you already. This place is not mine. I can’t give it to you,” Ellie retorted, her voice sharp as a shard of glass. “I’m renting this place from a friend.”noveldrama

Her family members’ faces darkened in an instant.

Hank roared, “Liar! The whole village sings your praises as a money-minting designer! And you claim to still live in a rented place? I don’t believe you!”

Tori also exclaimed, “After all our sacrifices for you, you turn your back on us! We ask for a mere apartment, and you refuse us? You’ve left the family for years, and now that you are finally back, you need to repay us! Just tell me how you will repay us!”

Leif, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, said to Tori, “Perhaps the bastard’s father owns this place?”

Tori’s eyes gleamed with understanding. She nodded before saying to Ellie,

“Tell me who is the father of your child!”

Ellie glared at them. She didn’t want her family to know Jayceon’s identity. If they knew that Patrick’s father was Jayceon, who belonged to one of the four powerful families in Shirie, they would just push her to marry him.

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