The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81 Fainting

Corrine’s steps faltered for a fraction of a second, but she neither turned to face him nor gave any acknowledgment to his words.

Bruce’s comment, however, caught Karina’s attention. Her brows lifted in curiosity. “Didn’t you sever all ties with the Ashton family? And back then, they barely tolerated you. Why the sudden invitation to Farris‘ birthday party?”

When Corrine had concealed her identity and followed Bruce back to the Ashton family, not a single member had shown her kindness. Behind closed doors, they ridiculed her and barred her from public appearances, deeming it unseemly for a young woman to be in the spotlight. The truth was, they feared that Corrine, with her humble origins, would embarrass them and tarnish the Ashton name.

Corrine’s tone was calm, her words measured. “Farris gave me something years ago. Once I return it, any ties we have will be completely severed.”

Karina sighed softly, her gaze distant as though recalling a memory. “Farris had such sharp instincts back then. It’s a shame his family don’t share his wisdom.” She shook her head slightly. “But I can’t help feeling uneasy–what if those ingrates try to cause trouble during the party?”

Corrine glanced at her from the corner of her eye, her voice light yet unyielding. “That’s their decision. As long as they’re not afraid of ruining the party themselves.”

Leaving the studio behind, Corrine returned to the company.

She dove straight into a two–hour meeting about the land in the southern district, focusing intently on every detail. Afterward, she retreated to her office, burying herself

in more work.

The hours passed quickly, and by the time she lifted her head, the golden hues of the setting sun bathed her office.

Natasha entered quietly, standing at attention with her usual professionalism. “Miss

Holland, Jackie mentioned he has something urgent to discuss with you.”

Corrine frowned, though not from annoyance at Jackie’s timing. A sudden, sharp pain

radiated through her abdomen, causing her to tense.

She drew in a steadying breath, pressing her palm against her stomach to brace against the discomfort. Her voice remained even. “If it isn’t urgent, tell him he doesn’t need to meet with me.”

Natasha nodded briskly and exited the office.

The moment the door clicked shut, Corrine hunched over her desk, her breathing shallow as the pain intensified. Her other hand balled into a tight fist, nails digging into her palm.

After what felt like an eternity, the pain began to ebb.

Slowly, she straightened and exhaled a shaky breath. She poured herself a cup of warm water and brought it to her lips, the gentle heat soothing her slightly with each slow sip.

Initially, Corrine dismissed it as her usual stomachache, thinking that some warm water and a little rest would ease the discomfort. By the end of the day, however, the pain struck with renewed intensity, sharper and more insistent, making her question whether it was something far worse.

Her phone buzzed on the desk just as she doubled over, her teeth clenched tightly against the agony.

She forced herself to reach for it, but another searing wave of pain crashed through her, like a blade twisting deep in her abdomen.

A sharp gasp escaped her as her knees gave out, sending her crumpling to the floor. The phone slipped from her hand, clattering loudly against the hard floor.

“Corrine…” Nate’s voice filtered through the phone, cool yet laced with an undeniable warmth, his familiar tone softening the sharp chill that seemed to fill the room.

Curled up on the floor, Corrine pressed both hands to her stomach, her body trembling as she fought against the onslaught of pain.

With a shaky breath, she tried to steady herself enough to respond. “N–Nate…” Her voice cracked under the weight of the pain.

She didn’t know if he heard her before the call abruptly ended, the line cutting off like a lifeline slipping through her fingers.

Desperately, she attempted to dial for emergency help, but her hands quivered uncontrollably, her grip faltering as the pain blurred the edges of her consciousness.