Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 730 - 51

"Trouble? What trouble? Is because you’ve basically been sidelined by the company and had to settle for being someone’s mistress just to get screen time? Too bad they don’t want you anymore. That Everett guy... how could he possibly be interested in a woman like you? Oh, and didn’t I hear you’re also involved with some film company boss now?"

Mrs. Lewis was biting and venomous, her eyes blazing with fury, as if Aurora were the one who killed her parents.

Aurora couldn’t understand. She had never done anything wrong to Mrs. Lewis. Aside from Everett, she had never wronged Alexander either. So why was Mrs. Lewis treating her this way?

"Mom, that’s enough! Let’s go!" Alexander anxiously looked at Aurora. "Aurora, I’m sorry... my mom’s going through menopause, don’t take it the wrong way, she’s just tough on the outside but soft on the inside..."

Aurora pressed her lips tightly together, not saying anything, simply coldly watching Mrs. Lewis, who refused to leave.

Others were whispering, muttering all sorts of insults and justifications, creating a buzz. Aurora felt like she was in a marketplace.

"I’m not leaving! Why should I leave? Why isn’t this bitch saying anything? Is she guilty? She’s just a young thing who seduced my son and took his money, shameless to the core!"

Mrs. Lewis shouted loudly, and Alexander’s face flushed with anger. He coldly snapped, "Enough! Do you want your son to be condemned for eternity?"

The sharp rebuke left Mrs. Lewis stunned. After all, she had been a mother for over 20 years and had never been yelled at by her son like that.

She had lost her husband at a young age and struggled to raise two kids on her own. Her son had always been considerate, never arguing with her, let alone raising his voice.

But now, Alexander was staring at her with bloodshot eyes, a mix of rage and shame in his gaze.

Aurora’s expression was just as cold. She didn’t want to engage, but Mrs. Lewis was relentless, continuing to shout and cause a scene.

Did she think Aurora was some pushover?

"You’re yelling at me for this slut? Son... sob... you’ve grown wings, you’ve been abandoned by this slut..."

"Mrs. Lewis, what you just said is really laughable. How could you accuse me of seducing your son at such a young age? Out of respect for you as an elder, I won’t stoop to your level, but if you want proof, I can bring out the love letters Alexander wrote to me in high school for you to see, and then we’ll see who was chasing whom! And about me supposedly climbing the ladder with some rich man and abandoning your son—don’t talk nonsense."

"Peyton, when has Aurora ever threatened you? We’re just telling the truth. If you continue with these insults, I won’t hesitate to call the police!"

Dominic gave a cold smile and spoke.

Aurora’s eyes reddened. She no longer wanted to call her "Aunt." "Ms. Peyton, you’re the one who chased after me and stopped me to yell at me. I didn’t even greet Alexander, so there’s no question of me catching his attention. A lot of things are misunderstandings, but there’s no need for this yelling. If you really think I’m so cheap, that I’ve slept with a bunch of men, then please go ahead and expose all your so-called evidence to the press, or post it on Twitter. I’m sure people will help you slander me. But you’re here talking trash without proof, which is just unreasonable!"

Aurora said coldly, emphasizing every word. At this point, security guards had arrived and were clearing out the customers blocking the area.

Mrs. Lewis opened her mouth to speak, but her face turned red, and she suddenly remembered she had no evidence—just her imagination to base the insults on.

Alexander was so angry he was about to lose it. He threw his phone onto the ground with a crash. "You won’t leave, huh? Fine, I’ll leave. Let you make a scene. I’ll call the cops!"

With that, Alexander grabbed Peyton’s phone and looked ready to make a call.

Mrs. Lewis gasped for breath, her eyes red, then plopped onto the ground and cried, "You’re doing this for a slut like her? How could you treat me like this? Woo... woo..."

Aurora had calmed down significantly. She looked coldly at Peyton. "Ms. Peyton, take good care of Mrs. Peyton. Watch your future husband. I won’t have anything to do with him again! I hope he won’t try to drag me into any more of this. And as for you, be careful with your words. What do you mean by ’I have my reasons’? Don’t spread rumors. If you do, you’ll be getting a lawyer’s letter, not a smile. Dominic, let’s go."

She no longer wanted to deal with Mrs. Lewis, who was still crying and cursing on the floor, nor did she want to deal with the red-faced Alexander. She walked toward the elevator with Dominic and the bodyguards.

The security had cleared the crowd, and as Alexander watched Aurora’s determined back, he couldn’t help but call out, "Aurora! Wait for my explanation!"

Peyton was so furious she nearly fainted. She fought the urge to give in to frustration, bent down, and helped the crying Mrs. Lewis off the floor. "Aunt, she’s gone. Let’s go home. Don’t let this upset your health."

Mrs. Lewis, seeing the angry look on Alexander’s face, dared not cause more trouble. The onlookers shook their heads; there were so many awful people these days, but this woman was a first.

"Is that Alexander, our little Aurora’s ex?"

"Yeah, that’s him. He’s pretty good-looking, but I guess he’s a pushover. Looks like he still has feelings for Aurora. It’s a shame he couldn’t handle this drama better."

"Exactly, his mom is such a mess. He should’ve stopped her when she chased after them!"

"His mom is so aggressive, unreasonable—if she had any evidence, she would’ve exposed it by now, right?"

"Honestly, having a mother-in-law like that is a tragedy. It’s terrifying!"

Mrs. Lewis overheard the gossip and spun around to shout at the crowd, "Who do you think you are, talking behind my back like this? If you’ve got something to say, come up and say it to my face..."

"Mom!"

Alexander was livid, his face red with frustration. He stared at the woman who had raised him, but who had no education, a terrible temper, and a poor relationship with his grandmother.