Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

There was indeed a chance Felicia might be at the Walsh residence.

Stephan pressed his temples, trying to ease the throbbing ache, but the frustration in his chest was harder to suppress. He casually unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, loosening it at the collar. His expression was calm despite the irritation boiling within him. Mike, sensing the tension, didn't dare joke around anymore. He immediately made his way to the Walsh residence.

The Walsh residence was shrouded in mourning, draped in somber white.

Clive hadn't been laid to rest yet. In his prime, he was a legend a medical master and a master of poisons. His reputation earned him respect even from the most influential families in town.

Mike searched everywhere but found no sign of Felicia. Left with no choice, he approached Myra directly. Surely Felicia's mother would know something?

But the moment he mentioned Felicia's name, Myra's expression turned icy.

"That ungrateful girl has nothing to do with us anymore. I don't know where she is, and I don't care."Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Mike stood frozen, the rest of his words catching in his throat. For the first time, he felt a pang of sympathy for Felicia.

Her own mother didn't care whether she was alive or dead. If something really did happen to her, would anyone even bother looking for her body?

Trying another route, Mike sought out Dexter. The response wasn't any better. Dexter shook his head, disappointment etching into his features. "That daughter of mine is heartless. No matter how much we tried, she's always been cold and ungrateful." Mike didn't want to overstep by meddling in family matters, but he couldn't help pointing out, "Mr. Fuller, Felicia hasn't even been to college. Aren't you worried about her? What if something has happened?"

Dexter raised an eyebrow. "What could happen to her?"

Mike was left speechless.

Clearly uninterested, Dexter excused himself with a polite nod and walked off, leaving Mike in disbelief.

As Mike turned to leave, he ran into Sebastian.

Sebastian had overheard parts of the earlier conversation and asked, "What's wrong with Felicia?"

"She's unreachable. No one can find her," Mike replied, keeping his tone light. Without confirmation of anything serious, he avoided saying Felicia was missing outright. all, maybe she was just out

exploring, enjoying herself Over

somewhere.

Sebastian merely nodded, his face betraying no concern.

Mike had seen enough. The indifference from Felicia's parents was bad enough, but her brother didn't seem to care either. Unable to hold back, Mike asked, "Why does it feel like your whole family just doesn't care about her?"

"It's not that we don't care," Sebastian said with a sigh. "It's that she's... disappointing."

He shook his head as if speaking to himself. "She's nothing like a Fuller. Her mind runs too deep." Sebastian's thoughts seemed to drift back to the day Felicia had laid her cards on the table in the café.

She had spoken calmly, and her expression was serene, but her words had been chilling. She had said, "Watching Kayla's reputation crumble and seeing her become the target of everyone's scorn-that's

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what I want."

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And she achieved it.

She had also admitted, "Ruben's death had nothing to do with me, but the moment I learned the truth, I changed my plans. I used his death to my advantage." And she had done that too.