The Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 325: [ Volume 1] Chaper - Biggest fool

It didn’t matter to them who she had been or what she had endured. What mattered was that she was their wife now, and she loved them as fiercely as they loved her.

But now, watching her, Ray felt a deep unease settle in his chest. Esme’s pain was too real, too vivid to ignore. And he couldn’t shake the feeling that something had been buried for far too long.

He had promised Esme that he would stay in this room unless there was an absolute emergency. The secret room was his domain, his fortress, and he had sworn never to leave it unless it was a matter of life or death.

But at that moment, Ray made his decision.

The plan could wait. His brothers could handle the rest. Esme needed him, and nothing else mattered.

Without hesitation, Ray left the room, his mind racing as he made his way to her. Whatever had triggered this, he was determined to face it with her. Even if it meant unraveling the carefully guarded truths of her past, he would do it. Because Esme was his, and he wouldn’t let her carry this pain alone.

As Ray approached the underground parking lot, a wave of relief washed over him. He spotted Esme sitting in the car, her head lowered. The vehicle’s design ensured that no one from the outside could see or hear what was happening within. It was a special car, one Esme often chose when she wanted to shield herself from the world.

Ray’s abilities were different from hers, but powerful in their own right. One of his beast powers allowed him to see through almost anything effortlessly. From where he stood, he could clearly make out Esme’s slouched posture, the tension in her shoulders, and the quiet pain radiating from her.

It wasn’t just her posture that gave her away—he knew her. Esme always sought solitude in this specific car when she wanted to hide her emotions, and for a moment, Ray felt a pang of guilt. She wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Not alone, not now.

His steps quickened, but just as he reached her car, a sudden kick in his abdomen stopped him in his tracks. He froze, his hand instinctively moving to rest on his stomach. It had been eight months now—well, eight months in Mer pregnancy terms. For them, one month of pregnancy lasted only 15 days instead of the 30 or 31 days old humans years ago who belived that now As soon as 15 days were completed, it was said in doctor language that it was already one month . It was a faster timeline, but no less intense.

The kicks had grown stronger, and this one wasn’t just a nudge—it was firm, almost commanding. Ray couldn’t help but smile despite the ache. It was as though their unborn child was trying to communicate.

"Papa, why are you just standing there?" Ray thought he could almost hear the tiny voice in his mind. "Mama’s in pain—go to her!"

He rubbed his stomach soothingly, muttering under his breath, "I know, little one. I’m going."

Still, the kick served as a reminder. He had already been late coming to her side, bound by his own overthinking and hesitations. He couldn’t wait any longer.

Taking a deep breath, Ray reached the car and gently knocked on the window.

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Back to present

Esme let go of Ray abruptly, her hands gripping his shoulders as she leaned back slightly, her gaze searching his face with a mix of confusion and frustration. Her voice, though steady, carried an undertone of worry. "You? What are you doing outside? Huh?" She blinked hard, shaking her head as if trying to dispel the remnants of her earlier turmoil. Whatever pain had clouded her thoughts moments ago was now overridden by the sight of him, standing there when he wasn’t supposed to be.

Ray tilted his head slightly, his hood slipping back just enough to reveal the faintest smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. But before he could respond, Esme sighed loudly, cutting him off. She stepped back and swung the car door open, motioning to the seat with a firm gesture. "Sit! Now! You’re out here running around, and I can’t even leave you alone for a minute without worrying about what you’ll do next. Sit down before I lose my mind."

Ray didn’t argue, though his steps were deliberately slow, his expression shifting into one of mock offense as he sank into the seat. "Running around?" he echoed incredulously, twisting slightly to face her. "Seriously? I rush over here because I’m worried about you, and this is the thanks I get? You’re scolding me like I’m a naughty child."

Esme leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed, her narrowed eyes flicking over him. "Oh, please. Don’t make me laugh. Do you think I don’t know you? You were probably bored out of your mind and decided to play the hero tonight. Do you really expect me to believe you came all the way here out of concern? Be serious."

Ray leaned back, his brows arching in disbelief as he studied her. "You’re unbelievable," he muttered, though his tone was laced with amusement. "You’re really asking me that? You? The woman who pretends she’s fine even when she’s clearly not?"

Esme blinked, caught off guard for a moment before she rolled her eyes dramatically. "Fine, fine! I’ll admit it. I’m a fool, okay? A complete fool. Who else but a fool would end up marrying you and your brothers? I must have lost my mind somewhere along the way."

Ray’s smirk faded, his posture straightening as his tone shifted. "What did you just say?" His voice was low, almost sharp, his gaze now fixed on her.

" REPEAT!"

Esme hesitated, her irritation softening into something more playful as she dropped her arms to her sides. She tilted her head and smiled faintly. " um..i ..I mean..." Her voice lowered, almost teasing.