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.

sneering at her, rolling her eyes and muttering

but the mansion

"I see that you're not happy about it, but what can you do about

maid's face turned red, unable to retort. Indeed, no matter how much she disliked Felicia, she was still the legitimate heiress of the

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 had helped Kayla with

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

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

me remind you one last time. You're just a maid. Don't

lack of skills, Holly had an attitude and dared to meddle in the Fuller

giving her an expensive skincare set last time and calling her a friend. As a friend, she would help

...

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

was sitting on the sofa reading the latest newspaper while Myra was on the phone, likely with her son, Sebastian, asking when he would

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

Dexter protested his innocence.

"Dad, just admit it while you can,

warm and harmonious atmosphere radiated

returned to the Fuller family. She had envied it

feeling of isolation had always loomed like an invisible barrier, keeping her on the outside.

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

to greet Felicia, asking warmly, "Licia, why are you up

"Yeah," Felicia replied.

good. Have some breakfast!" Myra said while instructing the maids to

hearty soups and oatmeal,