All Chapters of She Returned with Genius Babies, He Regretted: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Tristan’s POVMy breath gets caught in my throat.Normally, I would call bullshit on any kind of threat from Benjamin. But then again, he actually went here. He snuck himself right into prison just for this.Flashes of memories my encounter with the guard also come back to me. His smugness isn’t lost on me now—I know he was acting like that because he had someone backing him up. He knew this was going to happen.I raise my hands, pulling them up to a level that Benjamin can see. My heart is beating fast inside my chest. I want nothing more than to bash his head against the wall. But I try to stay calm.“I’m not going to hurt you,” I tell him in a low voice. “Just… just please don’t bring them into this.”“Alright,” Benjamin says, laughing. But he doesn’t put his phone back into his pocket. “You know, Tristan, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to this.”Before I can ask him what the hell he means, more people emerge from the corners of the room. Only then do I realize

Third Person POV“Did you get the pictures?”Russell paces the floor as the photographer lays down all the physical photos on the table, as well as the drive where the soft copies are. He leans in to inspect the shots, frowning.“Do you not have any photo where her face is clearer?” he asks. “I want everyone to know that it’s Elena Harrington in there. I want there to be no kind of denial.”“This is all I got,” the man says sheepishly. “She was in a hurry and she saw the flash. She immediately covered the rest of her face and got into her car. But I got that too.”Russell says nothing, just inspects the photos. The man was right—he did get the whole hiding process. Elena’s face might not be at the forefront but her panic was captured. The deer caught in the headlights look.He does enjoy seeing it.A low laugh filters out of his lips. “God, look at her. I like these photos, actually. We can really use them. Don’t you think, Mira?”Mira, who’s been staring out the window trying to drow

Elena’s POVMaybe it’s a trap. Maybe it’s another trick.Whatever. I just set to meet Mira at a faraway cafe in the middle of nowhere. Far away from the bustle of the city.I already know what’s going down. Pictures of me leaving the prison have gotten out, and I’m a PR nightmare. Uncle Marcus is panicking right there, sending me text after text telling me to be careful. Alexander hasn’t stopped calling me ever since.They’re spending the night at the resort. I’m at home with the kids. They crawled into my bed in the middle of the night and I just held onto them, wondering if I’m still doing the right thing.All the planning I’ve done hasn’t led to the right thing.And maybe meeting Mira will become another disaster.But the thing is, she sounded really upset. She also seemed really determined. I hope for my sake that she’s not playing with me, because for a second during that call, I felt her worry and I started to feel sorry for her.I come to the cafe early. It’s not the nicest pla

Elena’s POV“Are you sure about this?” Alexander asks by my side as we both watch Mira take the stand and swear her honesty on a bible.Even if I’m not sure, it’s too late. She’s already there. She already made herself public.She already put a target on her back.This is the first time I’ve seen Mira so… small.She’s always been a larger than life figure to me. Always looming above me when we were young. The winner of all kinds of affection that I could never get. Not from our parents, not from Tristan.But now the courthouse seems to swallow her up. She looks so tiny and so gaunt up on the stand.I can see Tristan from afar, looking around like he’s searching for answers as to why Mira is the one speaking for him. The one on his side. He keeps saying something to his lawyer that I can’t make out.“Elena, this can backfire,” Alexander says. “I know that Marcus and I failed. I know that we basically got blocked before we could even start. But is this really the way to go?”“At this po

Elena’s POVIf someone told me that just a few days after Tristan goes to prison, I would let Mira into my house—willingly—to meet my kids and the rest of my family, I would’ve called them crazy.But now, I’m standing at the side of the door, letting Mira walk inside the house. Neither Uncle Marcus nor Grandpa Harold are here, taking care of our business.I feel bad that I’m not on the helm, not on top of things, when I know that I really should be. I’m supposed to be the heiress and yet I need to take care of personal matters more.I hate it, but at the same time, I know that I need to do it.Mira looks around the mansion, and I can almost see the gears in her head turning. She’s inspecting all the details in the house, taking note of the expensive decor with a trained eye. She even touches some paintings and vases on the table.“You got a good life for yourself,” she notes. “How did it feel, becoming a fucking billionaire heiress overnight? For some who has this much money, you sure