The Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 322: [ Volume 1] Chaper - Useless Talking

The old man watched the scene unfold on the screen, his eyes burning with a dark, twisted satisfaction. His hands clenched into fists as the flames of anger inside him flickered higher. Every moment, every word, every glance from Esme and those brothers, it all fed his rage. They would regret everything. They would feel the pain he’d suffered—the unbearable sting of loss that had robbed him of his daughter. When Ray died, the joy was a bitter, hollow thrill. But it wasn’t enough. No. Esme was still alive. She was still breathing. And she, along with those brothers, would pay. His mind twisted with vengeance. He wanted them broken, shattered—living a life worse than death. A life where every breath they took was a plea for an end. Only then would he be satisfied.

Back at the dining table, Esme sat, seemingly unbothered, while Jay stormed down the stairs, his face twisted in fury. He was shaking, barely able to control his rage as he threw a file straight at Esme’s face. The impact was brutal, and papers scattered across the room like a cruel rain. The room fell into silence as the echoes of Jay’s shout filled the air.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

Esme’s hand shot up, grabbing the fork in front of her, and slammed it down onto the table with a force that sent a tremor through the room. Her voice was cold, sharp, and laced with disbelief.

"You, how dare you hit me?"

Jay’s anger flared even brighter, his eyes wild, his voice a venomous shout that rang in everyone’s ears.

"Why can’t I hit you? Who gave you the right to control everything under my brother’s name? Under this so-called power of attorney? You’ve been planning this all along, haven’t you? You used my brothers and me!"

Esme let out a long sigh, a weary, almost resigned sound as she pinched the bridge of her nose. Her brow furrowed, her gaze heavy with exhaustion.

"Jay, I’m tired," she said, her voice softer, but there was no mistaking the weariness that dripped from each word. "Can you stop being so childish?"

The words hit Jay like a slap, and he staggered back, his fury morphing into something darker, something more dangerous.

"You... You are calling me childish?" he spat, his voice filled with disgust. "You, you are a bitch. You can’t even claim what’s yours! This group, it was mine and my brothers! Who gave you the right to transfer the shares of my brothers into your hands?"

The room went deadly quiet. The old man froze, his eyes narrowing, the weight of Jay’s words sinking in. The camera zoomed in, every eye focused now on the screen. What was happening? What did this mean?

"Transfer the shares?" Esme’s voice broke the silence, low and steady. "So what if I did? Ray gave it to me." Her words were calm, too calm, and it made Jay’s blood boil even hotter.

"Shut up, you damn lying wench!" Jay’s shout echoed like a thunderclap, his face twisted in fury. "You think you can lie again and again? This document," he waved the file, "says you made an insurance claim on my brother. Two months ago, before his death. A hundred million."

The words were like daggers to the heart, each one twisting deeper. Jay’s voice cracked with accusation. "And you say it’s all simple? And then tell me, why does the property transfer to you, one month ago, before you pushed my brother into a coma?"

Esme’s face paled, her lips trembling. The weight of the accusations hung in the air like an invisible hand around her throat. The tension was unbearable.

Esme’s voice was laced with a weary bitterness, her tone betraying the exhaustion of countless battles fought in silence. "Do you really think I am such a downcast person that I would do something like this?" she asked, her gaze unwavering, yet there was a heaviness to her words that revealed the toll it had all taken on her.

Jay’s laugh was dark and scornful. "Ha! Are you not?" His eyes burned with disdain, and the accusation hung in the air like a weight.

Esme’s expression faltered for a moment, a flicker of pain crossing her features. "Jay," she said softly, her voice tinged with genuine hurt, "I also loved Ray. And of course, it wasn’t me. How could I do something like this?" Her words, though drenched in sincerity, seemed to be swallowed by the venom in Jay’s eyes.

But the others watching on the monitor—the old man, Rei, and the quiet Relatives—would have believed her if they hadn’t seen the fire of Ray’s life being snuffed out. If they hadn’t witnessed Esme’s hands in that final, horrific act, the words she spoke might have held more weight. But now, all they could see was a woman who spoke too well for the lies she had woven.

Jay’s face twisted in disbelief as he took a step forward, his gaze cutting through her like a blade. "Esme, why don’t you try for acting, huh? Why do you need to run a company and become president? Believe me, if you had gone into acting, you might have been successful. A really famous actress." His words were like sharp knives, each one digging deeper, cutting into Esme’s dignity.

Her face tightened with the weight of his cruel mockery. She looked at him, the exhaustion of her soul showing through her eyes. "Enough," she said quietly, but there was a quiet finality to it, a weariness in her voice that spoke of battles lost, of trust broken, and of a life that had long ago become too heavy to bear. "Talking to you is really useless."

The words stung, hitting Jay harder than he had expected. His jaw clenched, and his voice flared with anger. "What did you say?" His voice cracked like thunder, vibrating with rage. "Talking to me is useless? Of course it’s useless, because you’re a murderer. You think if you talk to me, you’ll be exposed for what you really are?"