Pampered By Power: The True Heiress Returns

Chapter 350
Hearing that, Quinita slapped her forehead. “Oh, no. I’m so forgetful. It’s late. Elysia should be asleep. I can’t wake her up.”
She quickly turned around and got back into bed. Edward watched her with a smile but said nothing.
Meanwhile, Elysia was lying in bed, holding her phone. She was video–calling Phoebe.
“Elysia, you left me again!” Phoebe complained, pouting.
Elysia chuckled, sitting up a little. “What do you mean ‘again? This was an emergency. I didn’t have time to explain. But hey, if
you really miss me that much, I’ll come back right now.”
Phoebe lazily waved her hand and said, “Forget it. If you really came back to Royal Bay just for me, your parents would freak
out. And don’t even get started on your brothers. They’re not exactly easy to handle.”
“Don’t worry. They’re all super chill,” Elysia said, trying to reassure her.
Phoebe teased, “Elysia, it sounds like you’re trying to set me up with one of your brothers.”
At that, Elysia sat up in bed, her eyes bright. “Well, it’s not impossible. So, which one of my brothers are you into?”
Phoebe’s face turned bright red instantly. She stared at Elysia, shaking her head. “Why would you ask me that? Ugh, forget it.
I’m not talking to you anymore.”
With that, Phoebe ended the call.
Elysia wasn’t mad at all. She couldn’t help but smile. If Phoebe married one of her brothers, it’d feel like family again.
She wondered which of her brothers would be the best match for Phoebe.
Fabian was deep and thoughtful. Javier was gentle and classy. Yehoshua was quiet but strong. Holden was relaxed and
easygoing.
That thought stuck with Elysia all night, and she didn’t fall asleep until the early hours.
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The next morning, she was jolted awake by the clanging of pots and pans.
Rubbing her tired eyes, Elysia pushed herself out of bed. She walked down the hallway, still groggy. In the kitchen, Quinita was
standing in front of the stove, wearing an apron, holding a spatula, and trying to manage a pot with both hands.
If it weren’t for the fact that she had to keep stirring the food, Quinita would’ve happily stepped back–anything to avoid getting too
close to it.
Suddenly, a drop of hot oil splattered out of the pan, hitting her wrist. She jerked back, wincing in pain and clutching the burn.
Edward, who was rinsing vegetables, immediately dropped the basket he was holding. In a few quick steps, he was at her side,

concern flashing across his face as his eyes landed on her wrist. It felt like a sharp pang in his chest.
“I told you I’d take care of this. Why didn’t you listen?” His voice was soft but laced with worry. He gently blew on her burn,
hoping to soothe it. “Does it hurt?”
Quinita winced, but she shook her head. “I just wanted to make breakfast for Elysia. How could I let you do it?”
Edward raised an eyebrow. “What’s the difference between you and me making it?”
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Quinita’s expression grew serious. “Well, of course, there’s a difference! Other kids get to eat breakfast made by their moms.
Elysia should too.”
Edward couldn’t help but smile at the sincerity in her voice, his frustration melting into affection. He found her determination both
endearing and a little funny.
He had no idea where the sudden idea to cook breakfast came from. She’d woken up this morning, all fired up about making
breakfast for Elysia. The problem was that she’d never really cooked before.
She didn’t even know how to use half the appliances in the kitchen.

Still, if she was set on doing it, he was more than happy to help. The kitchen was right there in the suite.
But then things started going sideways. Quinita struggled with everything. When it became clear she was in over her head, he
thought about stepping in and taking charge, but she wouldn’t hear of it. She insisted on being the head chef.
Now, looking back, he realized he should’ve stopped her earlier. But it was too late now. Elysia was the one who’d end up with
whatever breakfast they had managed to make.
His gaze fell to the burnt toast sitting on the counter, and a worried frown crossed his face. He couldn’t help but wonder if this
breakfast would be a total disaster or somehow, miraculously, a gift for Elysia.
Meanwhile, Elysia stood by the wall with her arms crossed, watching the whole thing with a grin on her face.
But as the strange smell of burnt food filled the air, her grin faded. Her eyes darted between the pot in front of Quinita and the
couple beside her, who were so wrapped up in each other.
‘Did they seriously not notice I’m standing right here?‘ Elysia thought.
Elysia rubbed her forehead. She had wanted to remind them, but she couldn’t bring herself to interrupt. With a sigh, she walked
over to Quinita and casually flipped off the appliance switch.
Then they noticed her. Quinita’s face turned a shade of red as if she’d just realized something. She quickly yanked her hand

away from Edward’s and looked flustered. “Elysia, when did you get here?”
“Just now,” Elysia replied, her tone light.
“Just now?” Quinita sniffed the air, her brows knitting together. “What’s that smell?”
Her eyes landed on the pot, and she immediately understood what had happened. “How did this-” she screamed.
She glanced at Edward and complained, “This is your fault. If you hadn’t been holding my hand and staring at my wrist for so
long, the pot wouldn’t have burned!”
Edward didn’t get upset. He gently wrapped an arm around her, trying to calm her down. “It’s okay. I’ll make a new one. If we’re
short on ingredients, I’ll ask the kitchen for more.”
Quinita’s mood lightened just a little. “Okay, then grab two more eggs for me.”

“Got it.” Edward turned to leave, but before he could take a step, Quinita grabbed Elysia’s hand, her expression guilty. “Elysia,
don’t worry. Mom will make it again. It’ll be ready soon.”
Elysia smiled, knowing that Quinita had been making breakfast for her, and she was about to agree when her eyes fell on the
burnt toast. She remembered how she’d been splashed with oil earlier and realized that Quinita probably wasn’t used to cooking.
So, with a spark of excitement in her eyes, she held onto Quinita’s hand. “Mom, let me do it. I’ll cook for you, okay?”
Quinita blinked, surprised. “Elysia, you can cook?”
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“Of course, I can” Elysia said in a sweet voice, grinning widely, her eyes turning into crescent moons. “And I’m really good at it. I
can also cook for you”
“But...” Quinita hesitated, opening her mouth to protest. Before she could get another word out, Elysia interrupted, her voice
playful. “Mom...” she said, leaning a little closer. “Just say yes, okay?”
Unable to resist her daughter’s soft, pleading tone, Quinita sighed and nodded.
Elysia stood up straighter, carefully moving the burnt pan aside. She opened the cupboard and pulled out a special frying pan
with four small, round compartments.
“This is...” Quinita started to ask.
“For frying eggs,” Elysia explained with a smile.
At that moment, Edward returned with the eggs. Elysia smoothly took them from him, drizzled some oil into the small pans, and
cracked the eggs gently into the round sections.
Watching her work so smoothly, neither of them felt at ease. Instead, their faces clouded with concern and sorrow.
Their daughter, who should never have had to lift a finger, was cooking with such ease–it was a clear sign that she must have
suffered a lot in the past.
Edward’s heart twisted. If only he had trusted his gut a little more back then, maybe his daughter would’ve come home a lot

sooner.
It wouldn’t have taken him eighteen years to find her. It was just too long.