Return of the Crowned Heiress

7

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.

her eyes and muttering derisively,

comment was soft, but the mansion was quiet

not happy about it, but what can you do

Indeed, no matter how much she disliked

upon hearing the commotion. She quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Ms. Fuller. This is my niece, Holly. She's young and doesn't know better. I'll teach her properly. Please don't take offense!" Felicia wouldn't hold a grudge over something so trivial, especially since Holly White was Kayla's person. In her previous life, she

from the countryside. Does she

up!" Nora coldly reprimanded her niece. "Remember your place. You're just a maid. If you dare speak out of line to Ms.

standing up for Ms. Kayla! She's 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

increasingly regretful for having brought her troublesome niece into the 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.

last time and calling

...

after running a few laps around the golf course, she returned to the

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

busy, then hung up, prompting Myra to glance discontentedly at Dexter. "He must have learned that

Dexter protested his innocence.

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

and harmonious atmosphere radiated

how, in her previous life, this scene played out almost every day after she returned to the Fuller family. She had envied it so much

invisible barrier, keeping her on the outside. Taking a deep breath,

she entered, the atmosphere seemed to freeze, and laughter ceased. Dexter cleared

why are you up so early? Did you sleep well

"Yeah," Felicia replied.

Have some breakfast!" Myra said while

had prepared a sumptuous breakfast. There were hearty soups and oatmeal,