The Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 273: [ Volume 1] Chaper - Our Property

"Or these people who didn’t even shed a tear when both their sisters died in agony?" Her gaze swept the room, daring anyone to deny the truth of her words.

The aunts and uncles shifted uncomfortably, their faces flushing as the weight of Esme’s accusations hung in the air. But Esme wasn’t finished. "Or is it these people who didn’t lift a finger to help their cousin when they were alone and fighting for survival?" Her eyes now turned to the children of these very relatives—those who had stayed silent, their faces a mixture of guilt and shame. They lowered their gazes, unwilling to meet her eyes.

Esme took a step closer, her voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. "So tell me, old man, who should take the power that you so freely speak of? These people? These ’family’ members?" She motioned to the silent room, the very people who had abandoned their own in times of need. "Or should I just keep it all for myself?" Her eyes glittered with a challenge, daring anyone to step forward.

The old man’s lips tightened, but Esme stood unwavering, her presence a storm of defiance. The room felt heavy with her unrelenting stare, and the old man knew—he had underestimated her.

The old man’s booming voice shattered the tense silence, "You dare speak to me like this?" His glare was fixed on Esme, seething with authority, as though his words alone could crush her spirit.

Esme’s lips curled into a sly grin, her shoulders rising in an exaggerated shrug. "Dare? Why not?" she quipped, her tone dripping with mockery. "After all, this property belongs to my husband and me. Isn’t that right, Grandfather?"

But before she could deliver her next jab, Kai’s sharp voice cut through her words like a blade. "Wrong," he said coolly, descending the staircase with the calculated poise of someone about to declare war. He was dressed impeccably in his dark suit, a picture of quiet dominance. "This property doesn’t belong to you. It never did."

Esme’s grin faltered slightly as the room shifted its focus to Kai. The elders exchanged knowing glances, smug satisfaction creeping into their expressions. Kai stopped mid-step and continued, his tone icy. "Maybe you’ve forgotten, Rose, but this house, this estate—everything—belongs to us, not you."

Esme raised a brow, defiance sparking in her eyes, but before she could retaliate, Jay’s voice rang out. "Exactly!" Jay stormed down from Ray’s room, his face set in a scowl. "You have no rights here, Rose. No power. No claim to this family!" His voice dripped with venom as he pointed accusingly at her.

Esme stood still, her fiery resolve wavering. For a brief moment, her head lowered, her shoulders sagged, and the faintest flicker of hurt crossed her face. The elders watched her crumble with glee, their smirks widening with every second of her silence.

Then, Kai pulled out a crisp, sealed envelope and slapped it onto the table in front of Esme. "We’ve had enough. These are the divorce papers. Get out of our house," he commanded, his words slicing through her like knives.

Esme didn’t move. Her fingers brushed the edge of the envelope lightly, her head still bowed. The elders began whispering among themselves, murmuring their satisfaction, sure this was the moment Esme would crumble entirely.

But then, just as the tension hit its peak, a deep voice echoed from the top of the staircase.

"Who dares to touch her?"

The room froze. All eyes darted upward as Aron descended the stairs, his stride slow but deliberate, each step radiating power. In his hand, he carried a striking purple file, the bold color a stark contrast to the black suit he wore. His expression was unreadable, his presence magnetic, and his voice carried the weight of a storm.

Kai and Jay stiffened, their confidence faltering as Aron’s gaze swept over them like a predator assessing its prey. The elders exchanged panicked glances, their smugness vanishing as Aron stopped beside Esme and placed a steadying hand on her shoulder.

"With me here," Aron said, his tone deceptively calm but laced with menace, "I want to see who dares to lay a finger on her." His words hit like thunder, and the whispers from the elders died instantly.

Where everyone’s eyes stayed glued to the purpose side, Esme, Jay, and Kai couldn’t help but shift their attention elsewhere. Their gazes met, sharing the same bewildered expression as the tension in the air shattered like glass. Esme slapped her forehead in disbelief. This person, she thought, he always has to mess up.

Kai and Jay fought valiantly to hold their composure, their stiff expressions threatening to crack. They couldn’t afford to let their act fall apart—not now. But Esme? She was barely holding it together, her suppressed laughter bubbling up like an unstoppable force, carving its way into their resolve.

And for good reason. Who in their right mind would dare walk into such a serious moment with a purple-colored file? And not just any purple—it was a vibrating purple, radiating energy like twin beacons calling out for attention.

Kai finally broke first, his lips twitching into a sly smile. he leaned in and muttered, "There’s even some sparkle spread on it."

Esme clapped a hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking, while Jay stared at the file like it had committed a personal offense.

As Aron stumbled, drawing all eyes, Esme’s gaze instinctively dropped to his face. She exhaled sharply, trying not to lose her composure. This was madness. Was it because they’d known each other for years, or because they were like natural enemies? Either way, she could already predict his next move.

In Aron’s mind, his frustration was practically audible: You dare call me off my date, huh? Because of you, my plans are ruined. And now, here’s this purple file. Deal with it.

Esme tightened her grip on reality. She couldn’t afford to let this man derail her carefully constructed image. Above them, Ray and Ryan crouched on the railing, witnessing the chaos.