The Heiress They Lost Came Back Overpowered
Chapter 30 - 29: Don’t Fight Anymore

Chapter 30: Chapter 29: Don’t Fight Anymore

Yvonne Lowell walked up to Elder Hawthorne and interrupted him.

"It’s getting late. Shall I have someone take you home?"

"No need. My driver and bodyguards are outside." Elder Hawthorne waved his hand dismissively and looked at the three of them.

"When you three have time, come visit an old man like me more often. All you do is hide from me day after day. It’s not like I can force you to teach at Kingsland University, can I?"

’Earlier, he’d observed the expressions of the Lowell and Sutton families. The pain in their eyes didn’t seem fake, so he figured they wouldn’t blame Yvonne for this incident.’

Mrs. Grant seized the moment to add,

"Our family is heading back to the city tonight, which is on the way. We’ll leave with Elder Hawthorne. We can just have our car follow his."

Old Master Grant said his goodbyes to Grandpa Lowell, then walked over to Yvonne Lowell and patted her arm.

"Good girl. You handled that beautifully tonight. Don’t overthink it."

"Okay, I won’t. Take care, Grandpa Grant."

"Remember to put some ointment on your hand later. I had someone get the first-aid kit ready, but I was afraid of distracting you, so I didn’t say anything earlier."

Leo Grant’s dark eyes were fixed on her, holding an emotion she couldn’t quite decipher.

Yvonne Lowell paused for a moment, then her eyes curved into a smile.

"Okay, I will."

...

After seeing all the guests off, Grandpa Lowell let out a cold snort.

"Yvonne Lowell, well aren’t you something! What was it you told me before? How dare you hide this from me and take it all upon yourself?"

"You old coot, why are you being so harsh with my precious Nola?" Grandma Lowell swatted him in annoyance.

"Besides, you knew all along and still kept it from the rest of us? If you ask me, *you’re* the one who’s up to no good!"

Yvonne Lowell forced a guilty smile.

"Grandma, it’s all my fault. Don’t blame Grandpa. I didn’t tell him everything either..."

"You don’t have to make excuses for him. I’m sure you had your reasons for not saying anything, but it was wrong of him to hide it!"

Grandma Lowell stepped forward, taking her arm and gently interrupting.

Grandpa Lowell: ...Fine. My life story, right there. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.

"Fine, your granddaughter’s perfect and I’m the bad guy, is that it?" Grandpa Lowell huffed, turning to walk toward the living room.

"Hmph! I’m not standing out here to be mosquito food. You all can stay out here as long as you like!"

"Some people can’t handle the truth. Oh, well. I won’t bicker with him. Nola, you’d better go and smooth things over."

"Okay, I’ll go talk to him."

’A warmth spread through Yvonne Lowell’s heart. She knew this was their way of telling her that they didn’t blame her—that they had her back.’

Wendy Sutton stepped forward and pulled the other two into her embrace.

"You’re all good kids. From now on, we’re all one family."

Everyone returned to the main building’s living room, where Wendy Sutton said in a slightly boastful tone,

"Tsk, who wouldn’t say I’m the luckiest person alive? I have six children, and every single one of them is absolutely wonderful."

"That’s not fair, Sister-in-law," said Mandy Crawford.

"I only have my two boys. Why don’t you give these two to me?"

Another aunt chimed in,

"No way! I only have two boys of my own. They should come to me."

"Absolutely not! They’re all my children!" Wendy Sutton refused.

Nina Jennings and Zachary Jacobs looked at each other in confusion. ’What is going on? Are they seriously trying to claim us in public?’

"Stop fighting! All of you, stop fighting!" their youngest uncle, Silas Sutton, cut in. "I don’t have any kids, so give them to me! Give them to me!"

"You, shut up!"

The three women, who had just been squabbling, shouted in unison.

Grandma Sutton shot him a look and said sarcastically,

"And you have the nerve to talk. Some people are already forty and don’t even have a significant other. I used to say I didn’t care if it was a man or a woman, I just wanted you to bring *someone* home. Now, I’ve thought it over—as long as they’re breathing, I’m fine with it. So when are you bringing someone home?"

Silas Sutton: ... ’Can’t I just shut my mouth? Is that not an option?’

The atmosphere was perfectly harmonious until Frank Lowell, her older cousin, suddenly spoke up.

"Doesn’t that Marilyn Walsh seem a little strange to you? She adamantly denied everything at first, and then suddenly, she just confessed."

"Hmph. That vicious woman probably had an attack of conscience. What other reason could there be?" his wife said, pursing her lips disdainfully.

In truth, her other cousin, Stanley Sutton, also felt something was off. He had a nagging feeling that he’d seen that kind of scene somewhere before...

"Right? It’s not like she was under hypnosis or something," Harrison Lowell said casually. "She was surrounded by strangers, and it’s not like we were holding her at knifepoint, forcing her to talk."

Hearing this, Frank Lowell suppressed his doubts and said nothing more.

’But those words suddenly sparked a memory for Stanley Sutton. He’d once read in a file that if someone with that kind of ability was powerful enough, they didn’t need physical contact to make a person spill their innermost thoughts. The phenomenon was similar to hypnosis.’

’But he hadn’t detected anything. And besides, there was no official record of anyone like that in all of Aurelia. Could it be...?’

Stanley Sutton glanced suspiciously at Yvonne Lowell, then instinctively shook his head.

’Impossible. His sweet, gentle little sister... how could she possibly be...?’

"You brat, why are you staring at your sister like that? And what’s with that look on your face?"

His father, the First Maternal Uncle Sutton, swatted him on the head in annoyance.

Yvonne Lowell, who had noticed his stare, showed no sign of panic.

She calmly took a sip of her orange juice, hiding the smile that played on her lips.

Once they were back in her room, Nina Jennings finally let out a sigh of relief.

"You scared me half to death! Your cousin is way too perceptive. No wonder he’s the leader of Aurelia’s Anomalous Abilities Unit. If he hadn’t brought it up, I would’ve completely forgotten about it."

"What’s there to be afraid of? He’s just suspicious. Besides, everything Marilyn Walsh said was the truth. It’s not like I forced her to lie."

Yvonne Lowell shrugged nonchalantly.

Zachary Jacobs looked just as carefree.

"Besides, a superpower user more powerful than Lowell probably hasn’t even been born yet. Don’t sweat it."

"Sigh. I’m heading back to Country M the day after tomorrow. You two better miss me."

Nina Jennings flopped onto the sofa, looking completely dejected.

Zachary Jacobs paused. "So soon? You’re not going to hang out for a few more days?"

"Nah, I’ve got stuff to deal with at the lab. You two can just enjoy being the hands-off bosses; don’t worry about whether I live or die. I’ll be back when it’s time for training over there."

Yvonne Lowell nudged Zachary Jacobs with her foot.

"You need to focus on things at Jacobs Corp. Don’t worry about Pluto for now. It’s not like anything’s different when you’re gone anyway."

"Okay, I know. I’ve got it handled." When it came to business, Zachary Jacobs’s expression grew serious.

"But what’s that supposed to mean, ’nothing’s different when you’re gone’?"

Neither of the girls said a word, not even bothering to spare him a glance.

"Hey, you’d better explain yourselves! Or I’m gonna throw a fit!"

...

「Meanwhile, in the Grant family’s car.」

Old Master Grant suddenly spoke.

"Leo, what did you think of how Yvonne handled things tonight?"

"Brilliant. Right from the start, she distanced the Lowell and Sutton Families from the affair, shouldering all the responsibility and any potential negative consequences herself.

"And yet, throughout the whole ordeal, she never overstepped her bounds. She was merely one of the victims seeking justice for a friend. With this, she’s established her dominance without giving anyone grounds for criticism. Now, no one in Kingsland will dare to provoke her."

Leo Grant stared out the window, his expression complex.

Old Master Grant sighed wistfully.

"Indeed. Both brave and cunning. When I was her age, I could never have pulled that off. Such a wonderful girl... Why isn’t she my granddaughter?"

"Don’t worry, Dad," Mr. Grant chimed in. "If this rascal of ours tries a little harder, maybe she could become your granddaughter-in-law?"

Old Master Grant shot the father-son pair a disdainful look.

"Hmph. As far as I’m concerned, your son doesn’t deserve her."

Mr. Grant: ...

Leo Grant: ...

"Huh? You know, I think Dad has a point! This won’t do. I need to have a chat with Wendy and see if I can make Yvonne my goddaughter."

With that, Mrs. Grant started to pull out her phone.

Leo Grant pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "Mom..."

"Don’t ’Mom’ me," Mrs. Grant cut him off in annoyance. "It won’t work even if you call me ’Dad.’ A goddaughter is better than a daughter-in-law who’s nowhere in sight."

Mr. Grant: ...’If you’re his dad, then who am I?’