Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 681: You’re Not Welcome Here

Aurora took the umbrella from Dominic.

She had no choice—if she stood out here for an entire day without it, she would end up completely soaked.

Dominic got back in the car and drove off, leaving Aurora standing there like a snowman, silently waiting.

Gradually, snow piled up on the umbrella, weighing it down.

The snow grew heavier and heavier.

Aurora’s legs grew more and more tired.

All around her was an endless field of white, blurring the world until she could barely see ahead.

Her breath turned into clouds of mist in the freezing air.

It was getting colder by the minute.

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Inside the villa, the servants whispered among themselves.

"Sir," one of them finally said hesitantly, "that Miss Wilson has been waiting outside for two, maybe three days now.

Would you consider seeing her?"

Through the clear glass windows, they could see Aurora’s slender figure standing steadfast outside, hour after hour.

Yesterday, she had done the same—standing there from morning till night.

Today, she was back again.

And still, she waited.

Even the staff found it hard to watch.

After all, all she wanted was a chance to meet with the old master.

Old Mr. Langston gave a cold glance toward the gate outside, then shook his head firmly.

He frowned deeply.

He had regretted marrying a celebrity once—and he wasn’t about to let history repeat itself.

Men like him—who valued career over romance—should have married a quiet, modest woman, not a starlet.

No matter how long Aurora waited, he had no intention of meeting her.

He didn’t want to give her even the slightest bit of false hope.

"Tell her," he said icily, "that no matter what, I will not see her.

She is not welcome here."

The servant had no choice but to convey the message.

Aurora pressed her pale lips together.

Her legs were almost completely numb.

Still, she shook her head.

"No," she said firmly.

"Please, tell him—I will continue to wait.

I hope he can see my determination."

The maid, Aunt Lyra, gave her a pitying look and nodded silently.

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Back inside, Old Mr. Langston let out a cold snort when he heard Aurora’s reply.

"Some women will do anything to marry into wealth," he sneered.

"They’ll endure any humiliation, any hardship—because once they pass the test, they get a lifetime of riches."

In his eyes, Aurora was no different from the countless actresses who had thrown themselves at Everett.

If they succeeded in marrying into the Langston family—even if it ended in divorce—they would walk away with a hefty "youth compensation" payout.

Aunt Lyra bit her lip, then mustered up her courage to speak.

"Sir... I don’t think Miss Wilson is that kind of woman..."

Old Mr. Langston shot her a cold glare.

"You can judge her character just by looking at her?

Lyra, you must be getting senile."

Aunt Lyra dared not say another word.

Truthfully, she had a very good impression of Aurora.

Unlike many so-called "high society ladies," who were all politeness on the surface but brimming with arrogance underneath, Aurora had none of that false pride.

But since the old master had forbidden it, she could only keep her thoughts to herself.

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Aurora stood there all the way until noon.

She forced herself to nibble on a few pieces of bread, then stubbornly resumed her vigil.

Her legs had gone completely numb.

Still, she refused to leave.

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By four o’clock in the afternoon, her strength finally gave out.

Aurora collapsed onto the snow-covered ground.

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Aunt Lyra witnessed the fall through the window and gasped in horror.

"Sir! Miss Wilson has fainted! Please—let her come inside to rest!"

Old Mr. Langston already wore a heavy scowl.

He was still grappling with Everett’s condition—no antidote had been found yet.

Even the professors he had summoned had admitted they were powerless.

Frustration gnawed at him relentlessly.

In his heart, he blamed Aurora for bringing even more chaos into his life.

"Fine," he snapped.

"Bring her inside.

But I’m going to give her a piece of my mind!"

Aunt Lyra didn’t argue.

She quickly led two other servants to lift Aurora from the snow and bring her inside.

Aurora’s small face was deathly pale.

Even the warm air inside the villa couldn’t immediately thaw the chill from her frozen body.

Aunt Lyra fetched a basin of warm water and gently wiped Aurora’s face with a towel.

She also dried Aurora’s damp hair with a clean cloth, moving with the utmost care.

After being fussed over and warmed up, Aurora finally regained consciousness.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Old Mr. Langston’s cold, grim face staring down at her.

Startled, she tried to jump up—only to realize her whole body was freezing and a wave of dizziness hit her hard.

"Mr. Langston... hello," she said weakly.

"No need for polite manners in front of me," Old Mr. Langston said icily.

"It won’t make me think any better of you.

Modern-day actresses are skilled in all kinds of tricks—

they’ll do anything to marry into wealth.

Miss Wilson, fainting must be one of your specialties too, right?

Do you realize you’ve wasted a great deal of my precious time?"

His words were sharp, but Aurora, standing there pale and fragile, wasn’t afraid.

At least, he didn’t curse her vulgarly—he was still a man of upbringing.

"Mr. Langston," Aurora said, drawing a deep breath,

"I only want to know how Everett is doing.

I’m worried about him—that’s why I came to ask you.

If you think I haven’t shown enough sincerity, then I’ll just go back outside and keep waiting."

She forced herself to stand up, even though her body was swaying from the effort.

Old Mr. Langston let out a mocking laugh.

"Still trying to act all noble, are you?

No matter how sincere you are, I will never allow you to become my daughter-in-law.

The Langston family will never again allow a celebrity to marry into our bloodline!"

"Mr. Langston, please understand," Aurora said firmly, meeting his gaze without backing down,

"I have no desire to marry into your so-called ’wealthy family.’

All I want... is to know how he is."

She spoke calmly but with undeniable strength.

"You think I’m after the Langston fortune?

Don’t worry, Mr. Langston—

if I ever did marry into your family,

I wouldn’t take a single penny from you.

Because I don’t need your money—

and I don’t need your fame, either."

Money?

She could earn it herself.

Why would she need to rely on anyone else’s fortune?

Back in Country S, Aurora’s career was already taking off.

Her latest single was a hit, and endorsement offers were flooding in.

Just one commercial shoot could earn her tens of millions.

She was hardly some desperate gold-digger.

Old Mr. Langston narrowed his eyes.

"Quite the backbone, aren’t you?" he muttered, though his face remained filled with disdain.

"Mr. Langston," Aurora continued steadily,

"please don’t judge me through a dirty lens.

If Everett were fine,

he would have contacted me himself.

Would you really rather see him trapped forever instead of being freed?"

Her voice trembled slightly, but she forced herself to stay composed.

Being looked down upon hurt.

Being misunderstood hurt even more.

But she endured it all.

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"You’ve said your piece," Old Mr. Langston said coldly.

"Now get out.

You’re polluting my house."

He picked up a glass of red wine and took a slow sip.

Aurora, unbothered, looked him straight in the eye.

"Mr. Langston, I heard your blood pressure has been dangerously high lately.

Maybe you shouldn’t be drinking wine at all."

That made the old man explode with rage.

He slammed the wine glass onto the floor, shattering it into pieces.

The nearby servants jumped in fear.

But Aurora remained calm, her face pale but her eyes steady.

"Everett doesn’t need your anger.

He needs help—

and a solution.

Throwing tantrums won’t save him."

Aurora suspected Everett had been kidnapped—or was trapped somehow—and that’s why she spoke so sharply.

Old Mr. Langston let out a cold, mirthless laugh.

"Very good," he sneered.

"You’ve got guts.

But you’re just a nobody—a minor celebrity.

Do me a favor and turn left—

and leave my house immediately."

Aurora’s heart sank.

He was stubborn—hopelessly stubborn.

But she couldn’t give up.

She had to know what had happened to Everett.

Just as she was wracking her brain for another way to plead her case, her phone buzzed in her bag.

Aurora quickly pulled it out, her slender fingers unlocking the screen.

A new text message—

from an unknown number.

She stared at it for a moment, then gave a cold, ironic laugh.

Turning to Old Mr. Langston, she said,

"Mr. Langston—

someone just sent me a message.

Maybe you should take a look at it too."