Shunned Daughter Returned: She Sent Them To Hell

"Eileen, your time is up. You're free to go now."

The gates of prison groaned open with a harsh metallic sound.

Eileen Hewitt drew in a quiet breath and walked out.

In her hand was only a flimsy plastic bag holding a few faded clothes and some scattered coins.

It was all she had left to her name. It was not even enough to pay for a trip back to the city.

After four years in prison, she was still dressed in the same clothes she had worn when she first came in. They now hung slack on her body.

The July sun blazed above her. As she walked by the side of the road, sweat soon drenched her back.

Her pace was sluggish. Fatigue dragged at her, and her mind kept circling the question of where she could possibly go.

Should she go back to the Hewitt family's residence?

That family that had made her carry the blame for someone else, thrown her into prison, and refused even to cover her lawyer's fees.

Suddenly, a piercing horn blared from behind Eileen.

She moved aside on instinct, but the black luxury car stopped right beside her.

The window slid down and exposed a face she knew all too well. Jason Hewitt, her eldest brother.

"Eileen?" Jason sounded shocked. "Why are you here?"

Forcing down the disgust rising in her chest, Eileen ignored him and kept walking.

She had only gone a few steps when he blocked her path with his car.

"Eileen, it has been four years. You can't even say a word to me now?"

"What answer would make you happy? Were you hoping I'd stay in prison for a few more years?" Eileen gave a cold, mocking laugh.

Jason's brows drew together. "I meant, why didn't you let us know you are out so we could come pick you up? We're family."

"You wanted me to inform the Hewitt family?" Eileen looked him dead in the eye until he was the one who looked away. "The same family that sent me to prison?"

Jason was clearly struck by that. His expression went rigid.

"That's enough. Get in the car. I'll drive you home. You're out now, so learn to behave and stop making trouble from now on," he said.

Those words sparked fury inside Eileen.

Her voice turned icy. "Before you tell me to stop making trouble, maybe think about who started all of this in the first place."

Jason's expression darkened. "Eileen, that's in the past. There's no need to bring it up again."

"In the past? Maybe for you. For me, those four years in prison have left a wound in me that will never heal."

Eileen got inside the car. A heavy silence fell.

Jason became visibly uncomfortable. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel.

"Natalie has carried that guilt all these years. She cried at home repeatedly. She said that if not for her, you would never have—"

As he spoke, his voice lost