All Chapters of Reborn to be Truly Loved: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jim glanced at the unconscious Eric sprawled on the ground. A smirk curled at the corner of his lips.Eric was the celebrated scion of his generation, hailed as the most formidable figure in their circle, both in intellect and in power. Yet, after witnessing his treatment of Charlotte, Jim could no longer hold him in such high regard. How ironic that someone so adept at strategy in the business world was so inept in his personal life—a man blind to the suffering of his own wife, allowing her to be bullied and humiliated by others.The cremation process concluded quickly. Jim carefully collected Charlotte's ashes, handling the urn with a reverence usually reserved for delicate treasures. He paused, staring at the simple vessel in his hands. Releasing her ashes into the sea felt too final, as if it would sever her last remaining ties to the world. The thought unsettled him.Instead, he resolved to organize a proper funeral for Charlotte—a tribute to her that the world could not

The next day, Eric deliberately returned to the Lorvis family estate to change into a black suit. Though a faint smile adorned his face, it carried an unsettling chill, like the prelude to a storm.By the time his entourage arrived at the funeral home, a crowd had already gathered. Most were there out of morbid curiosity, eager to witness the unfolding drama.Emily's eyes lit up with surprise when she spotted Eric. Without hesitation, she looped her arm around his, her voice syrupy with concern. "Eric, are you alright? I heard from your secretary that you were unconscious before..."Eric immediately pulled his arm away, his expression impatient. He reminded himself of the purpose of his visit: to bring Charlotte back home. If she saw Emily clinging to him, she might get jealous and throw one of her small, endearing tantrums.Emily's face stiffened in embarrassment, but she wasn't ready to let go so easily. She lingered close, attempting to reestablish her position.Ignoring her co

Eric tossed the photos and videos from his phone onto the table in front of Joe and Joyce. Seeing them, Joyce's face shifted through a kaleidoscope of emotions, none of them pleasant."Eric, Charlotte is our child. We love her—how could we possibly bully her?" Joyce's voice trembled, an attempt to mask her guilt with feigned sincerity.Beside her, Joe forced a smile, his tone dripping with sycophancy. "Charlotte was withdrawn when she first came to our family. What you've seen must be misunderstandings—perhaps punishments for her own mistakes. We're her real parents, after all. Hurting her? Impossible! These photos are fake, Eric. For Charlotte's sake, you shouldn't treat us like this."Eric let out a cold, mirthless laugh. He marveled, not for the first time, at the Spencer family's sheer shamelessness. "Still denying it? You're not worthy to call yourselves Charlotte's parents."He didn't wait for their feeble protests. Instead, he played the videos—their clarity leaving no roo

The maid hastily produced screenshots of her chat history and bank transfers from her phone.Eric's hands, now cold as ice, scrolled through the messages one by one. Each line confirmed his worst suspicions—updates on his movements, dutifully reported to Emily. Among them, a damning voice message: Emily instructing the maid to accuse Charlotte with unshakable certainty.It hit him like a physical blow. Charlotte had been innocent all along. And yet, he had delivered her to Emily, effectively condemning her with his own hands. His chest tightened with unbearable pain, beads of cold sweat forming on his brow.The other maids, observing his stricken expression, seized the moment to confess."Sir," one began hesitantly, "Miss Emily was brutal. She insisted on using chili water to lace the whip to whip the madam. When Madam fainted, Miss Emily splashed water to wake her up. She threatened us not to speak, or we'd face the same fate."Emily's eyes widened in panic as the words spill

Charlotte lifted her chin, a faint, ironic smile playing on her lips."Mr. Lorvis," she said, her tone light and mocking, "your reputation precedes you, but surely there's no need to investigate me so openly in front of my bodyguards, is there?"Eric felt a flush creep up his face. Her voice was gentle, yet so different from the soft, almost inaudible sounds he remembered from the mute girl of his past. Something inside him trembled—a faint, persistent hope."Charlotte," he began, his voice unsteady, "let's not fight anymore, alright? I know I was wrong before. Come home with me. Trust me, I'll make things right—"But she cut him off sharply. "Mr. Lorvis, I don't know this 'Charlotte' you keep mentioning. As far as I'm concerned, I am Lisa. Yes, you might have some influence here in Havenport, but don't think that scares me. Now, step aside."The bodyguards around them inhaled sharply at her boldness. None of them had expected Lisa to speak to Eric like this. But looking at her fa