The Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 162: [Volume 1] - - Crazy.
"What?" she managed to gasp, incredulity gripping her as she struggled to process the implications of Helga’s statement.
"It’s true," Helga insisted, her eyes wide with intensity.
"Our investigation revealed that the eldest daughter of the second aunt and her husband, that young mer, have a child. It’s a mer child." Each word felt like a heavy stone, dropping into the silence between them.
Esme instinctively covered her mouth with her hands, her heart pounding in her chest. This couldn’t be real.
The tangled web of scandals only grew thicker, suffocating her with its implications. How could it possibly get worse? She shook her head in disbelief, feeling as if she were in the midst of a surreal nightmare.
First, her second aunt had married a man who was her daughter’s lover, an act that shattered every norm of decency.
Second, every man who had married her second aunt bore a striking resemblance to Esme’s father-in-law, complicating the family dynamics in ways she could hardly comprehend.
And now, to hear that there was a child—a mer child, no less—born from this chaotic union was more than her mind could process.
"I need a moment," Esme said, her voice shaky, as she turned away from Helga. The weight of the revelations felt like a crushing burden on her shoulders.
She needed time to gather her thoughts, to sift through the wreckage of her emotions before facing Helga again.
With a few measured breaths, she focused on regaining her composure
. "How did it come to this?" she wondered aloud, her mind racing to connect the dots of this twisted family saga. She needed to piece together the implications of this investigation and what it meant for their lives.
As she turned back to Helga, determination began to replace her initial shock. "This is all so... outrageous. We can’t let this go unchecked. This child—this innocent child—is caught in the middle of all this madness. We have to figure out how to deal with this situation."
Helga nodded, her expression shifting from shock to resolve.
"You’re right. This affects all of us. We need to fully understand the ramifications of our findings and find a way to protect ourselves and that child from the fallout."
It was not easy for Esme to wrap her mind around the magnitude of the scandal looming over her second aunt and the Aron Group.
One wrong move, one careless whisper, and the powerful corporation that soared high in the business world would crash to the ground, leaving ruin in its wake.
The implications of this revelation were staggering; this scandal could not only tarnish the second aunt’s reputation but could also lead to devastating financial repercussions for the entire family.
As the pieces began to click into place, Esme’s understanding deepened. She could now see why that young mer had agreed to marry her second aunt.
It was a desperate decision, likely born from coercion—she suspected the second aunt had blackmailed him into this marriage. The silence of the second aunt’s daughter echoed that suspicion, amplifying Esme’s unease.
But one question lingered: Why would the second aunt go to such lengths? What could possibly drive her to this point?
Suddenly, a memory flickered in Esme’s mind, igniting a sense of urgency. She shot up from her chair, her heart racing.
"Helga, why is she called the eldest daughter? You know she’s their only daughter, right? So why the distinction?"
Helga paused, contemplating the question before answering.
"Oh, that’s because she’s not the only daughter. She’s referred to as the only daughter because she is the only one living with the second aunt. And, more importantly, she is the only one who is more alive right now. The second aunt has two more daughters."
Esme’s heart sank. "More alive? And why haven’t I heard anything about them?"
Helga opened her iPad, scrolling through information with a frown.
"Oh, here it is. It says the eldest daughter lives with the second aunt, but there’s a second daughter who has become paralyzed and is in a vegetative state. Then there’s a third daughter who is mentally ill."
The two women exchanged bewildered glances, grappling with the unusual circumstances laid bare before them.
"How can that be possible?" Esme asked incredulously. "Both the second and third daughters—how could they end up like this?"
Helga shook her head, her brow furrowing in confusion.
"It’s unclear. Let me check further." After a moment, she continued, "It’s said that the youngest daughter has been mad since she was thirteen. As for the second daughter, there was a party for her seventeenth birthday, and she accidentally grabbed a live wire. The electricity coursing through her body left her paralyzed."
Esme felt a wave of disbelief wash over her. "How does a live wire just appear at a birthday party? And how can someone go mad at thirteen? There must be more to this story."
The air felt thick with tension as she pondered the implications of these revelations. "If that’s the case, why haven’t they sought treatment? It’s not like someone is born crazy—unless they’re like Madam Valhale."
"I don’t understand," Esme murmured, shaking her head in frustration. "This is all too bizarre. It feels like a twisted fairy tale, one with dark secrets hidden beneath the surface. There has to be a reason for this, a connection we’re missing."
Helga nodded, her expression serious. "We need to dig deeper into this. There’s got to be more to these incidents—something that explains how both daughters ended up in such dire situations. If the second aunt is capable of such manipulation, what else might she be hiding?"
As Esme closed her eyes, she allowed her mind to drift, the rhythmic tapping of her fingers on the table echoing in the silence of the office.
The sound accompanied the steady crunching of food as her colleague chewed nearby. After a moment, she opened her eyes suddenly, her fingers freezing mid-tap as she fixed her gaze on Helga.
"Um, do some work for me," she instructed, her tone shifting to seriousness. "Find out about the fathers of those two girls and their backgrounds."
