The Rebirth Of A Ruthless Heiress

Bye Bye To The Fool

Diana could hear voices, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. Everything was blurry. All she could see were scattered lights as someone rushed her down a hallway. A hand held hers tightly.

"It's going to be okay. Just hang in there."

The voice was gentle. It belonged to the man she had bumped into earlier, the one who had tried to help her in the rain.

The pain was unbearable, yet she couldn't even cry. Her eyelids fluttered as she caught glimpses of the bright hospital lights above her. Around her, doctors spoke in hurried voices.

"Her pulse is dropping!"

"She's losing too much blood!"

"Prepare the anesthesia!"

Diana wanted to speak, but her mouth wouldn't open. Her eyes rolled back, and everything went black.

---

In the waiting room, Jessica Miller burst through the doors in a panic. She was wearing two different shoes, her hair was a mess, and her eyes were already swollen from crying.

"Where is she? Where's Diana? What happened to her?!"

A nurse tried to calm her down, but Jessica couldn't sit still. She paced back and forth, shaking her head and mumbling to herself as tears streamed down her face.

Not long afterward, the rest of the family began arriving.

Diana's aunt, Margaret Brooks, walked in with her husband, Richard Hayes. Behind them came the chairman, William Brooks, accompanied by his secretary, who pushed his wheelchair.

Ashley and Daniel arrived shortly afterward, pretending to be shocked and worried.

The moment the chairman noticed the young man who had brought Diana to the hospital, he stopped.

"Young man, are you the one who brought my granddaughter here?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," the man replied simply.

"Thank you. Truly, thank you for saving her."

The chairman bowed his head slightly from his wheelchair, his voice thick with emotion.

Hours passed.

The waiting room remained tense and quiet. Some people couldn't sit still, while others pretended to be concerned. Jessica sat in a corner, hugging herself tightly as she struggled to stop crying.

Ashley kept checking her makeup every few minutes, while Daniel remained silent.

Finally, a doctor emerged from the operating room.

"She's stable for now, but her condition is still critical. We'll need to monitor her closely."

Everyone rushed toward him.

The chairman broke down in tears. His secretary quickly handed him a tissue, but he could barely stop sobbing.

Then he turned toward Daniel, his face filled with anger.

"I told her not to marry a useless man like you!" he shouted. "And now look at what has happened! Where were you when my granddaughter was fighting for her life?"

Daniel lowered his head and remained silent.

A nurse appeared a moment later and looked around the waiting room.

"Mr. Winston?" she called.

The young man who had brought Diana to the hospital stepped forward.

"Yes?"

"Please come with me. We need you to sign some papers."

He nodded and followed her down the hallway.

The chairman watched him leave before turning to the others.

"That young man is the reason Diana is still alive."

---

Diana lay motionless in her hospital bed, a breathing mask covering her face. Bruises marked her arms, and an IV drip was attached to her hand. The machines beside her beeped softly.

The chairman sat beside her, holding her cold hand between his own.

"You're strong, Diana. You'll be all right," he whispered. "Grandpa is here, sweetheart."

Jessica moved closer, her eyes still red from crying.

"Grandpa, please don't worry. I'll stay with her tonight. You need to go home and rest."

The chairman looked at Diana for a long moment before slowly nodding. With the help of his secretary, he stood up, and the two of them left the room.

Outside, the rest of the family had gathered again.

Margaret wiped her eyes with a tissue while her husband stood beside her, nervously biting his nails.

Ashley swung her handbag back and forth, while Daniel stood nearby with his arms crossed.

Margaret eventually walked into Diana's room, followed by her husband.

The moment she saw her niece lying motionless on the bed, she let out a sigh and sat beside her. She gently stroked Diana's hair.

"Poor, sweet Diana," she whispered. "Who would've thought you'd end up like this?"

Richard stood near the door, saying nothing.

Outside the room, Ashley turned to Daniel and lowered her voice.

"Why are you acting so worried now? Do you suddenly care about her?"

Daniel didn't answer.

Ashley rolled her eyes.

"If she wakes up, she'll ruin everything. She'll divorce you, and you won't get a single penny."

Daniel finally turned toward her.

"So what? If she dies, we'll definitely get something from the will."

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Inside the hospital room, Margaret leaned closer to Diana.

Her expression changed. The sadness disappeared from her face, replaced by a cold look.

Diana's eyelids twitched slightly, but her aunt didn't notice.

"You know, it seems the gods are finally on my side," Margaret whispered cruelly.

She leaned closer, lowering her voice even further.

"Your father stole everything from me. Our father gave him everything simply because he was a man. I got nothing."

She paused, her eyes hardening.

"Then you and your parents got into that accident. Your parents died that day, but somehow, you survived. And once again, you took everything from me."

Her fingers tightened around the bedsheet.

"My money. My position. My properties. Everything I worked for."

She let out a bitter laugh.

"You never had to work for any of it. You were simply handed everything while I was left with nothing. But I won't let that happen again."

Margaret glanced toward the door to make sure no one was coming.

Then she reached into her handbag and pulled out a small syringe.

Without hesitation, she leaned over and injected the clear liquid into Diana's IV line.

"Goodbye, Diana."

She straightened her clothes and walked out of the room, putting on a sorrowful expression as she rejoined her husband.

A few seconds later, Jessica returned.

She walked straight to Diana's bedside, intending to check on her.

But the moment she reached her, she noticed tears sliding down Diana's cheeks.

Her hands twitched faintly.

Jessica gasped and hurried closer.

"Diana? Can you hear me?"

More tears slipped from the corners of Diana's eyes.

"Oh my God!" Jessica cried. "She's crying!"

Diana couldn't speak. She could barely move.

But she had heard everything.

Every cruel word her aunt had spoken.

Every confession.

Every reason Margaret had wanted her gone.

And as she lay helpless in that hospital bed, tears continued to fall down her cheeks.