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.

leave, she noticed one young maid sneering at her, rolling her eyes and muttering derisively, "Hmph, a wild

was soft, but the mansion was quiet

saying, "I see that you're not happy about it, but

unable to retort. Indeed, no matter how much she disliked Felicia,

apologized, "I'm sorry, Ms. Fuller. This is my niece, Holly. She's young and doesn't know better. I'll teach her properly.

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

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

been doted on for so many years, why should she give up everything she has just for this country bumpkin?" Holly snorted. "I 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

Fuller residence. Despite her lack of skills, Holly had an attitude and dared to meddle in the Fuller family's matters. After being scolded, Holly pouted, dismissing the warning. Instead, it only strengthened her

calling her a

...

gone far. The estate was massive, and after running a few laps around the golf course,

it was a bit late. Dexter was sitting on the sofa reading the latest newspaper while Myra was on the phone, likely with

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

Dexter protested his innocence.

Kayla, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh, chimed in, "Dad, just admit it while

harmonious atmosphere radiated

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

always loomed like an invisible barrier, keeping her on the outside. Taking a deep breath, Felicia made a sound and stepped

moment she entered, the atmosphere seemed to freeze, and laughter ceased. Dexter cleared his throat and folded up the

why are you up so

"Yeah," Felicia replied.

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

a sumptuous breakfast. There were hearty soups and oatmeal, along with a few tasty sides and