Return of the Crowned Heiress

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The value of the medical texts was immeasurable, and every single page was priceless.

Felicia found it when she was ten years old. While the cover was already faded and nearly illegible, she could still make out the obscure content and acupuncture diagrams.

Back then, she had been so absorbed in the book that she had forgotten to cook dinner, which had resulted in Howell yanking her by the ear and beating her, while Tabitha had snatched the book and tossed it into the fire.

After enduring the beatings, Felicia had been kicked out of the house by Shawn after she had prepared the dinner. It had been her punishment for making them starve.

That night had been a frigid winter night, with temperatures dropping to negative two degrees. Felicia had curled up under the eaves and had almost frozen to death. Just as she had been drifting into unconsciousness, the medical book she had memorized seemed to come to life in her mind.

Trying it out bit by bit, she had been astonished to discover she could perform acupuncture on herself. From that moment on, whenever she had time, she would enter that focused state, spending eight years fully mastering everything in that medical book. With her eyes closed, she reviewed the acupuncture techniques several times. Before she knew it, it was already past midnight when she finally went to bed.

The next morning, she woke up at six, just as dawn began to break. After getting out of bed, she instinctively made her bed neatly. However, as she looked at the perfectly arranged blankets, she froze.

In her previous life, when Kayla faked her own death by jumping into the sea, Felicia became the scapegoat, sent to prison by her fiancé, Arnold. With a casual "take care," she was tortured until she was unrecognizable.

The memories of those four years in prison flooded back-humiliation, torment, and pain crying out to the heavens with no answer. Felicia suddenly threw the covers off.

This wasn't the past. There was no past. She was no longer the lamb to the slaughter. In this life, all the rules would be set by her, and all the laws would be written by her.

After gathering herself and calming her emotions, Felicia finally headed downstairs. At this hour, both Dexter and Myra were still asleep. Only the busy maids were downstairs preparing breakfast and cleaning up.

When the maids saw Felicia, they exchanged glances, then slightly bowed, respectfully greeting her, "Good morning, Ms. Fuller."

Felicia nodded in acknowledgment.

was about to leave, she noticed one young maid sneering at her, rolling her eyes and muttering derisively, "Hmph, a wild goose thinks it's a swan. It should

soft, but the mansion was

chuckling faintly, saying, "I see that you're not happy

turned red, unable to retort. Indeed, no matter how much she disliked Felicia, she was still

and doesn't know better. I'll teach her properly. Please

upset. "She's just an outsider from the countryside. Does she

niece. "Remember your place. You're just a maid. If you dare speak

really don't know what Mr. and Mrs. Fuller are thinking!" Infuriated, Nora scolded her, saying, "Let me remind you one last time. You're just a maid. Don't think just because you've been here for a year and a half that you can act like you own the place. You don't have that right! "And if you don't want to work here, just leave. Don't drag

the Fuller residence. Despite her lack of skills,

well, even giving her an expensive skincare set last time and calling her a

...

estate was massive, and after running a few laps around the golf course, she returned to the mansion after over an

the latest newspaper while Myra was on the phone, likely with her son,

discontentedly at Dexter. "He must have learned that from you,

Dexter protested his innocence.

in, "Dad, just

harmonious

the Fuller family. She had envied it so much that it made her want to cry, mustering the courage to approach and trying to fit

barrier, keeping her on the outside. Taking a

to freeze, and laughter ceased. Dexter cleared his throat and folded up the

to greet Felicia, asking warmly, "Licia, why are you up so early? Did you sleep well last

"Yeah," Felicia replied.

some breakfast!" Myra said while instructing the maids to bring

There were hearty soups and oatmeal, along with