The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In novel Chapter 880

**TITLE: She Took 880**

**880 You Called Me A Shrew**

Derrick nodded, a simple affirmation that hung in the air like a challenge. “Yes,” he replied, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of tension.

Dan, unable to contain his anger, snapped back, “What gives you the right not to get hit? She knew it was you, and she didn’t hit you?” His voice rose, each word dripping with incredulity.

In that moment, Dan felt a fire igniting within him, a burning question echoing through his mind: Is there any justice left in this world? The thought of Derrick escaping unscathed while he bore the brunt of the chaos made his blood boil.

Derrick, with an air of calmness that only served to infuriate Dan further, replied, “I told you—I’ve got status because of the child.”

Dan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You shameless bastard; you’ve got status because of a child? The baby’s in your belly? What kind of status is that?” The absurdity of Derrick’s reasoning struck him like a slap.

Driven to the brink, Dan unleashed a torrent of curses, each one more inventive than the last. Status because of a child—what a ridiculous farce! The very notion made him want to laugh and cry at the same time.

“Status because of the child—you’re shameless!” Dan roared, his voice echoing off the walls of his frustration.

Yet, in the face of Dan’s fury, Derrick remained unfazed. His tone was surprisingly measured as he said, “I get how you feel, but that’s the fact—I really didn’t get hit.”

“Oh—wait, my waist got pinched a few times…” Derrick added, almost as an afterthought.

That revelation sent Dan spiraling even further into madness. So, when she was convinced it wasn’t her child, she pummeled him mercilessly, but now that she was sure it was Derrick’s, she only pinched him twice? The injustice of it all felt like a weight pressing down on Dan’s chest.

In a fit of rage, he slammed the phone down, the sound reverberating like a gunshot in the silence that followed.

Derrick couldn’t suppress a grin, a smirk creeping onto his face as he imagined the look of shock on Dan’s face just moments ago. It was a sight to behold—Dan, utterly dazed and bewildered.

Marie, observing the exchange, shot Derrick a disapproving glance. “You getting off on provoking him—does that make you feel accomplished?” she asked, her tone sharp, yet tinged with curiosity.

Derrick shrugged, a casual gesture that belied the satisfaction brewing within him. “Not accomplished; satisfied,” he replied, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement.

Marie fell silent, her gaze drifting away as she pondered the dynamics of their strange little world.

Derrick, sensing her contemplation, pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her. “Who let him treat you so badly before?” he murmured softly, his voice a soothing balm.

Right—Dan had been a bully back then, casting a long shadow over Marie’s spirit.

In a way, what Derrick was doing now felt like a reclamation, a way of taking back the power that had once been stripped from her.

As those words sank in, Marie felt a tightening in her chest. When she looked at Derrick again, she noticed a softness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. She hadn’t expected him to take her past so personally, and it warmed her heart.

Derrick teased, a playful glint in his eye, “What—looking at me like that? Think your husband’s handsome?”

Marie scoffed, rolling her eyes. “As if.”

“Hey, you said you were going to block the road?” he reminded her, a hint of mischief in his tone.

As they drove back to the Dawson residence, Derrick couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air.

Upon their arrival, they found the house empty; Evelyn was still out, and Abraham had gone too. Only Stella remained, alone in the vast space. When Marie caught sight of Stella’s noticeably large belly, she called out as Stella rose to greet them, “Don’t move—sit right there.”

Indeed, with triplets on the way, Stella’s belly was much larger than usual. Marie’s own belly still appeared flat for now, a stark contrast.

Derrick approached Stella, settling beside her and gently rubbing her stomach. “It’s already so big,” he remarked, a smile spreading across his face.

Stella beamed back at him, her happiness radiating. “I had the kitchen make a lot of things you like,” she said, her voice filled with warmth.

Throughout the drive back, Marie had been consumed with worry about Stella. Reese had done something outrageous, and she feared for Stella’s safety—after all, carrying triplets was no small feat. Any complications could spell disaster.

But to her relief, Stella seemed completely unfazed.

“Where’s my brother?” Marie inquired, her curiosity piqued.

“Upstairs with Eddie,” Stella replied, her tone casual.

Eddie was back? Even Marie sometimes found it challenging to deal with Eddie’s bluntness; he had a knack for saying whatever popped into his head, leaving people wishing his lips could be sewn shut.

As the weight of the evening settled around them, the air crackled with unspoken tensions and the promise of revelations yet to come.