Chapter 3Reborn Early: Kicking Out the Fake Heiress

Jason's face instantly turned ashen.

Trivial things? To him, that was the major event that had decided my fate.

This made him feel far worse than any insult I could have hurled at him.

He gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Stop playing dumb! Don't you hold a grudge against me because I prevented the Hortons from adopting you back then? And now, you're looking for a chance to get revenge on Willow and me!"

I finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing. "Mr. Fuller, aren't you being a little too full of yourself?"

I dropped my smile as my gaze turned cold. "Get revenge on you? Are you even worth it?

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you. If you hadn't been so determined to stop it back then, I wouldn't ever have gotten the chance to become the granddaughter of Peter Stewart. Neither would I have achieved everything I have today.

"So why would I hate you? If anything, I should be thanking you."

I spoke casually, yet each word was like a knife, viciously stabbing into Jason's heart.

He was left speechless, his face shifting between embarrassment and anger. "Peter Stewart? Stop talking nonsense!"

He immediately added mockingly, "You think just because your last name is Stewart, you're related to Peter Stewart?

"Stop dreaming. Someone like you could never become part of the Stewarts!"

The moment he finished speaking, a black Bentley silently pulled up beside us. The car door opened, and a dignified-looking man stepped out.

He strode quickly to my side and casually draped a coat over my shoulders. He didn't even glance at Jason.

He just gently ruffled my hair and asked, "Quinn, why haven't you left yet? Grandpa is getting anxious waiting for us."

Only then did his gaze fall on Jason.

"Quinn, who's this?" he questioned.

Taking Timothy's arm, I smiled brightly. "No one. He's only a patient who came in today. We were just chatting for a bit."

Jason was completely rooted to the spot. He stared in disbelief at the familiar way Timothy and I interacted, then glanced at the luxury car, which clearly signaled the family's status.

He wasn't stupid. Of course he recognized the heir of Stewart Group, Timothy Stewart.

He was also aware that Timothy had a younger sister whom the entire Stewart family cherished.

However, he never could have dreamed that I was that very sister.

His mind involuntarily drifted back to that girl from his previous life, the one who always followed behind him and shyly called his name.

And now, that same girl was smiling sweetly as she linked her arm through another man's.

While he stood there in a daze, I had already gotten into Timothy's car.

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The next day, Alicia told me that Jason had once again scheduled a specialist consultation with me.

While helping me organize my files, she grumbled, "Dr. Stewart, is something wrong with Jason? Yesterday, he acted like he didn't trust you at all. But today, he's eagerly coming back again.

"He probably found out you're a Stewart and is trying to ride your coattails."

I only smiled and said nothing, then signed my name on the appointment request.

I wanted to see what kind of act he planned to put on this time.