Long-Lost Daughter vs. Unborn ‘Heir’ Chapter 10

Long-Lost Daughter vs. Unborn ‘Heir’ Chapter 10 I Began a New Life

“Chloe!”

Ryan looked at her in disbelief, shocked by how fast she had turned.

But Mom’s eyes were cold. She looked down at Chloe like she was nothing.

Mom’s voice was sharp and steady.

“That night, when you hurt Livia, did she beg you? Did she cry for help?

“You left her like this. Did you ever think about sparing her?”

Then Mom gave a small nod to the bodyguards.

She noticed I was trembling a little and gently cupped my cheek.

“Don’t be scared, Livia. She did this to herself.

“Everyone has to pay for what they’ve done. Chloe hurt you, and this is the price.”

I nodded and leaned into her arms.

I wasn’t afraid.

Watching my enemy lying there like a broken dog, crying, begging…

All I felt was relief.

And maybe… a little thrill.

I’d never forget what she did to me that night.

Only seeing her suffer just as I did could bring me any peace.

So we all watched as the guards broke her limbs, slashed her face, and finally cut out her tongue.

By the time it ended, she was drenched in blood, beyond recognition-worse off than I’d ever been.

She clutched her belly, rolling and gasping.

It took me a moment to realize she was bleeding out.

She had miscarried.

But no one helped her.

After that day, Chloe was left crippled. She stayed in my hospital room for two more days before she was

taken away.

Her injuries were too severe to recover from.

Her face was destroyed. Her tongue was gone.

Soon after she was sent to prison, she took her own life.

As for Ryan….

Dad broke his legs, kicked him out, and cut him off from everything.

He had nothing left. Ended up on the street, begging to survive.

Three months later, I got a call from the police.

Ryan had gotten into a fight with other homeless men over food.

He was beaten to death.

The once-proud heir of the Hartwell family had become an unclaimed corpse.

It was tragic, in a way.

But Mom and Dad didn’t shed a single tear.

They had him cremated, just like that.

Then they went after every single one of the so-called friends who helped Chloe that night.

After that, they dropped everything so they could take care of me.

They hired the best medical team in the world, top cosmetic surgeons, and created a full recovery plan.

They paused their work and stayed by my side around the clock, taking shifts to help me walk again.

“You’ve been through so much, Livia. From now on, we’re putting everything aside. You’re all we have. We can’t imagine life without you.

“So you have to keep going too. Once you recover, your life begins again.”

With them beside me, I got better every day. Soon I could walk like nothing had ever happened.

After I fully stabilized, the best plastic surgeon in the world operated on me himself.

Six months later, with Mom and Dad at my side, the last bandage was removed.

We looked into the mirror, and then broke down together.

The face staring back… was exactly the same as before.

My body had healed completely too.

We hugged each other, crying with joy.

Because we all knew that the nightmare was over.

And dat day I began a new life