Return of the Crowned Heiress

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The elegant and dignified Myra Walsh hugged Felicia tightly, tears streaming down her face as she called out to her daughter. For a moment, the entire square seemed to hold its breath. Especially Lance and his lackeys, who had arrived a little too late. They all stood there in shock.

Rumors had been circulating for a while that the Fuller family, the wealthiest in Khogend, had sent out people to find their long-lost daughter. Apparently, that daughter was Felicia. The lackeys gasped. One of them turned toward Lance and asked, "What do we do now, Mr. Thompson? Do we still grab her?"

Of course, they couldn't capture her anymore. Lance sneered coldly, but his leering gaze lingered on Felicia. "Let's see how this plays out. If she's really the Fuller family's daughter, this just got even more interesting. I don't care who she is if I want her, she's mine." With one last sneer, he said, "Let's go."

Quietly and unnoticed, Lance and his gang of lackeys slipped away.

Meanwhile, Myra continued to cry in the square, her eyes red and swollen. Despite being nearly 50, her face still appeared youthful, though now streaked with tears. She reached out, wanting to gently touch Felicia's face, but Felicia subtly avoided her.

In stark contrast to Myra's emotional outburst of heartache and joy, Felicia remained unnervingly calm. From start to finish, her face stayed blank, as if she were a bystander to the whole situation.

Myra's hand froze in midair, but she quickly reminded herself that Felicia still didn't know the full story. Wiping her tears, she hastily explained everything.

"Licia, I'm your mother, your real mother. I only recently found out that the daughter I fought so hard to bring into this world was switched at birth. The moment I learned the truth, I've been searching everywhere for you. And now, I've finally found you." Myra's tears flowed again as she spoke, her red eyes filled with heartache and guilt. It was her true emotions as a mother.

Felicia didn't doubt the sincerity of Myra's feelings at that moment of time in her past life, and she didn't doubt it in her current life, either.

and so

it was always Felicia who was cast

sea, Myra had slapped her hard and said, "Felicia, the biggest

body trembling uncontrollably. Despite her vivid memories, she couldn't express

from Myra's embrace, her movements gentle but firm. "You've got

through her tears. "It's okay, sweetheart. I understand you can't accept this right now. Blood is thicker than water, and I believe one day you'll recognize

don't you come home with me tonight? I'd

Myra had immediately sent her men to gather all information about Felicia's whereabouts. Hence, she knew quite a bit about Felicia's adoptive family and their background. Her adoptive mother was unemployed, spending most of

herself to respect such a family. She was also worried that Felicia would pick up their habits as she grew

would allow her to go back to that

come

pleading and careful attention, Felicia didn't respond. Her gaze, however, shifted toward Shawn, who was still frozen on the ground

gambling debts of tens of thousands would be cleared within minutes. After all, his family had raised Felicia all these years. Wasn't it fair to ask for compensation? A few million, maybe tens of millions, wasn't

it out, Shawn's eyes gleamed with a greedy

place she would call home; it was suffocating, worse than an

way

for love, with a hint of hope and longing in her eyes. The sight of it melted Myra's