The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 701

Chapter 701: Chapter 701 Feeling Guilty?
This was a lesson Hera had to learn the hard way. In the novel, she had shown nothing but kindness, pouring her heart into helping Alexi become a better version of himself. She gave everything—until it led to her own death. But it wasn’t just her life that was lost; her kindness had also doomed her grandfather, dragging him down with her simply because she couldn’t bear to harden her heart.

So who said ruthlessness was the mark of a devil? Weren’t those who ruled with ruthless decisiveness the ones who truly had control over everything? As long as she could balance kindness with ruthlessness, then everything would be fine.

Hera had given Emily countless chances to turn back, to stop her actions before things went too far. She had chosen restraint, avoiding harsh retaliation—but what did she get in return?

More attacks.

More schemes.

Emily never once considered the consequences of her actions or the harm she was inflicting on Hera, all because she was too consumed by her own vindictive nature. From the very beginning, Hera hadn’t provoked her; she had only defended herself against what was thrown her way.

And yet, Emily refused to stop until she finally hit a wall. So why should Hera feel sorry for her now?

Everything that happened was Emily’s own doing.

Besides, it wasn’t even Hera who hurt Emily—it was her so-called sugar daddy, and it was a direct consequence of her own actions. When Hera read the report from Gerald and Sasha, she felt nothing.

No pity.

No remorse.

At first, she had hesitated to be ruthless, holding onto the hope that some enemies might change—just like Minerva had.

But how many people were truly like Minerva?

Hera had even considered that Emily might be like her—just another cannon fodder in this story. That small thought sparked a flicker of compassion, making her want to help. She had tried, at first, to guide Emily subtly, offering her chances to turn back. But Emily only escalated her attacks each time she failed, growing more desperate as time passed.

What finally pushed Hera to this level of ruthlessness was the sheer audacity of Emily’s last move. Even after being rushed to the emergency room, she still found the strength to put out a hit-and-run request on Hera, posting it in the underworld with the last bit of her energy.

Fortunately, Luke’s men intercepted the request as soon as it appeared on the dark web. The moment Luke learned of it, his menacing aura filled the room—something Hera had never seen from him before.

That was the final straw.

Hera decided then and there to stop giving Emily any more chances. She ordered her people to make sure Emily’s scandal was reported in the tabloids while the public’s attention was still fixated on her. And if Emily’s sugar daddy decided to discard her in the aftermath? Hera and her people wouldn’t lift a finger to help.

This was the consequence of Emily’s own actions, and Hera was merely throwing it back at her. She felt no guilt, no burden—just cold indifference. As she watched the final news report about Emily on her phone, the dark screen reflected her emotionless gaze.

Zhane rested his chin on her shoulder and murmured, “Don’t waste your thoughts on irrelevant people, and don’t feel burdened. She brought this on herself.”

For someone as aloof as Zhane—who rarely spoke ill of others due to his profession as a doctor—his words carried an unusual harshness. But his anger remained even after seeing Emily’s condition.

He understood all too well the sheer disparity between a man’s strength and a woman’s. A single punch or kick from a man could be three times as powerful. Even without reviewing the medical report, he could already picture the extent of Emily’s injuries—the excessive bleeding, the broken bones, and the very real possibility of infertility.

Zhane pressed a gentle kiss to Hera’s cheek. “Pity should be reserved for the deserving. That woman doesn’t deserve it at all—she’s simply reaping what she sowed. And even if that man hadn’t beaten her, my friends and I would have made sure she faced the consequences of her actions.”

His voice was low and husky, alluring in tone yet chilling in content. “The fetus in her womb was innocent, and it shouldn’t have had to die… but in a way, it’s a blessing in disguise. That little soul will have the chance to be reborn to a mother who can actually provide a better life.”

“Emily was never fit to be a mother—someone with her morals would have only ruined the child. Her possible infertility isn’t a tragedy; it’s a mercy. The world is better off without her passing down her cruelty and recklessness to another generation.”

His words carried a sharp finality, each syllable cutting like ice. Hera listened in silence, feeling the weight of Zhane’s conviction settle over her.

But he wasn’t wrong.

Hera thought the same.

No child was born evil—every life started as a blank slate, shaped by environment and upbringing. Parents played a crucial role in molding a child’s beliefs and character. And when someone with a vicious heart raised a child, they were only creating a future troublemaker, a potential menace to society.

Hera had no desire to gloat over Emily’s misfortune, but she couldn’t deny that she agreed with Zhane. The atmosphere around them grew heavy and dark, especially with Luke sitting nearby, his expression cold and menacing, radiating a silent fury that made the air feel suffocating.

Dave let out a hearty laugh. “Hahaha! Zhane, I never knew someone like you—who only thinks about science and logic—actually believed in reincarnation. That’s… new.” His eyes narrowed mischievously, like a fox, as he teased Zhane to lighten the mood.

Hera chuckled softly, the tension in the air easing. She had never expected the aloof, serious Zhane to speak about something as intangible as reincarnation. But she knew better than anyone that he had only said it to ease the guilt she might have felt—even if she didn’t actually feel any.

Still, his comforting words warmed her heart.

Her once indifferent expression softened into a gentle smile as she turned to look to the side of her shoulder at Zhane’s handsome face. Reaching out, she cupped his cheek, her fingers brushing lightly against his skin in silent appreciation.

Luke’s aura eased slightly when he saw Hera’s sweet smile, though his thoughts remained unreadable.

Zhane slowly lay down on the bed, and the others followed suit. Hera remained in Zhane’s embrace, nestled against him. The four men, despite the temptation of having the woman they adored so close, instinctively suppressed their desires. They knew Hera might be feeling down, and without a word, they all moved closer, surrounding her with warmth and silent reassurance.

Most women would want to appear innocent, fragile, and gentle before the men they admired and loved—seeking their protection and favor. At least, that was what the four men assumed as they carefully treaded around her emotions.

But Hera?

She wasn’t some delicate flower. She was a queen who had risen above the rest, a woman who knew that survival required both strength and ruthlessness. She wouldn’t be weighed down by guilt or hesitation.

She understood better than anyone that to protect herself and those she loved, she couldn’t simply rely on others—she had to rely on herself. And to stay ahead, she needed the resolve to be as cruel as the world demanded.