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 derisively, "Hmph, a wild

comment was soft, but the mansion was

see that you're not

red, unable to retort. Indeed, no matter how much

out of the kitchen 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

foot, looking upset. "She's just an outsider from the countryside. Does she really think she's all

If you dare speak out

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 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

a stern expression, Nora returned to the kitchen, growing increasingly regretful for having brought her troublesome niece into the Fuller residence. Despite her lack of skills, Holly had an attitude and dared to

her so well, even giving her an expensive skincare set last time and calling her a friend. As a friend, she

...

hadn't gone far. The estate was massive, and after running a few laps around the golf course, she returned to the mansion after over an hour

Dexter was sitting on the sofa reading the latest newspaper while

up, prompting Myra to glance discontentedly at Dexter. "He must have learned that from you, always too busy to care about things

Dexter protested his innocence.

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

warm and harmonious atmosphere radiated

the doorway, remembering 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 that it made her want

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

atmosphere seemed to freeze, and laughter

why are you

"Yeah," Felicia replied.

said while instructing the maids to bring

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