Transmigrated Into The True Heiress

Eliot got out of his car, wondering who the people in the other car were. He stood outside, waiting, but not a second later, the back door of the front car opened, and a familiar female figure stepped out. She turned back and pulled out a bag and laptop, with three men standing behind her. One of them offered to help, but she declined, all the while, Eliot’s brows furrowed. Though he hadn’t seen her face yet, he knew it was Ephyra.

He was trying to understand how his daughter, Ephyra, knew all these people, why they brought her home, and why she was dressed in clothes she never wore. But remembering what Marianna and Myra said about her recent behavior, anger replaced his confusion. Just as he was about to yell her name, she was already running toward him.

"Father..." She wrapped her arms around him and started sobbing. "F-Father... I’ve missed you."

Eliot was surprised. Since childhood, Ephyra had never been the type to openly express herself. She preferred to stay silent and endure, never showing her feelings.

Ephyra, whose face was buried in Eliot’s arms, was crying, but there were no tears. "F-Father, why didn’t you come back home? Didn’t you know I almost died? I-I was so scared... It was so painful..." she stuttered, whimpering every now and then.

Eliot frowned and turned toward the three figures coming out of the mansion: his wife, his second daughter, and the old Nanny.

"Miss Ephyra..." Elma called out in a low voice, looking as if she were trying not to cry.

"What is happening here?" Eliot asked, tired of not understanding the situation. "Ephyra, what are you talking about?"

Ephyra didn’t reply. Instead, she cried louder.

"Sir Eliot, you see—" Elma started to explain, but Myra cut her off.

"Ephyra, what are you doing? Why are you crying like something happened to you? Are you doing this because you can’t explain to Father where you’ve been for the past two days, why you haven’t gone to school for three weeks, and your recent behavior? Is that why you’re putting on an act?" she asked, venom in her voice.