The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In novel Chapter 898

**TITLE: She Took 898**
**CONTENT:**
**Chapter 898: Breakfast? What Breakfast?**

As the clock ticked towards nightfall, a sense of dread washed over Mona. The thought of asking for a million tonight felt like a weight pressing down on her temples, and she could feel the beginnings of a headache creeping in.

“I might need to hold off on the money for a bit,” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.

“What? Why?” The incredulity in Reese’s voice shot through the line like a bolt of lightning. She couldn’t fathom the delay. Mona had always been prompt, always ensured that whenever she asked for funds, they were sent without hesitation. So, what was different this time?

“There’s been a bit of an accident on this end,” Mona replied, trying to sound more confident than she felt. “But don’t worry; I’ll have it sorted in three days at most. In three days, I’ll send you the million.”

Three days—just enough time for Marie to relinquish financial control of the family.

Reese’s frustration was palpable. “But what about my surgery tomorrow? You know the hospital needs payment up front!”

They never went to just any clinic; they only trusted the top-tier facilities where payment after the procedure was a luxury they couldn’t afford.

“How about we postpone it for three days?” Mona suggested, her tone firm yet trying to remain diplomatic.

“But I already confirmed with Dr. Park!” Reese shot back, her voice sharp and edged with anxiety. It was just a million—how serious could this accident possibly be that Mona couldn’t even spare it?

“Then reschedule,” Mona replied curtly, her patience wearing thin. “We’ll talk later.”

With that, she severed the connection, the click of the phone feeling like a finality that echoed in her ears.

Her head throbbed with the weight of the situation. She couldn’t afford to delay Reese’s surgery for long—not with the way that girl’s face was still healing from the last procedure. And then there was Stella, whose due date loomed closer each day; after Reese’s surgery, she would still need time to recuperate.

“Damn that Marie… she’ll pay for this tomorrow,” Mona muttered under her breath, her voice laced with icy resolve.

Yet, despite her anger, sleep eluded her that night.

Meanwhile, Marie was utterly exhausted. The whirlwind of days spent in Redwood had drained her completely.

The Tom family’s mansion felt foreign and overwhelming, but when fatigue wrapped around her like a heavy blanket, she could have fallen asleep anywhere.

And she did—she slept soundly until well past ten the next morning.

Derrick had remained by her side throughout, worried that she might wake up hungry. But as he watched her sleep so peacefully, he couldn’t bring himself to disturb her rest.

When she finally stirred, she rubbed her nose and groggily murmured, “You’re awake already?”

“I saw you sleeping so well; didn’t want to wake you,” he replied softly, a hint of admiration in his voice.

It was perfect timing. After such a long, restorative sleep, Marie felt rejuvenated.

She stretched luxuriously before rising from the bed. “Alright, let’s get ready to go.”

“Go?” Derrick blinked, confusion etched on his face.

Though she had been pampered in the Dawson family, she wasn’t naïve about how the wealthy played their games.

So, the two of them washed up, dressed, and made their way downstairs.

As expected—no breakfast awaited them.

The tension in the living room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Mona sat there, speaking to Holt, her tone dripping with false humility. “Since she said she’d take over everything last night, I assumed I didn’t have to handle any of the family affairs anymore. I went out early to run errands, and I had no idea things would turn out like this…”

“Oh dear, I’ll tell the kitchen to start cooking right away!”

She stood up quickly, pretending to be flustered, though the act was almost nauseating to witness.

Just as she turned, her eyes landed on Marie and Derrick descending the stairs.

“Well, look who’s finally up! It’s already ten!” Mona exclaimed, her voice laced with feigned cheer. “The kitchen didn’t prepare breakfast because there were no orders. Marie, I have to say, it’s your first day running the house, and you’ve already left everyone waiting on empty stomachs—that’s not a good start, is it?”

Marie paused at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, regarding Mona with cold amusement.

First day running the house, and she’s accusing me of not arranging breakfast? Did breakfast really require my personal supervision? What were the staff for?

It was clear this was a setup, a calculated move to embarrass her, and Mona’s fingerprints were all over it.

Even Holt’s expression darkened as he looked up. “Marie, in the future, make sure to tell the housekeeper about small things like this in advance.”