Return of the Crowned Heiress

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Regardless of the circumstances, a life was at stake. Felicia approached Matthew directly. Crouching beside him, she checked his pulse.

Matthew's aide, Morgan Jones, who was busy on the phone with the Lawson family, noticed Felicia's actions and shouted, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Ignoring him, Felicia swiftly pulled the brooch from his suit jacket and, without a second thought, plunged it into Matthew's chest.

No one knew which acupoint she struck. However, there was a faint pop. Then, Matthew expelled a mouthful of clotted blood along with fresh blood like a deflated balloon. Following that, he started to breathe heavily. Everything happened so quickly. Felicia's movements were fluid and seamless, so fast that Morgan didn't have time to intervene. In an instant, Matthew went from the brink of death to breathing again.

"Are you alright, Mr. Lawson Senior?" Morgan asked, drenched in sweat, both surprised and relieved.

Matthew finally caught his breath. He waved his hand and looked around, but Felicia had already vanished from sight.

"Who saved me?" Matthew asked.

"It was a young woman. I don't know her name," Morgan replied. "Should we send someone to find out?"

A life saved must be repaid. Matthew waved his hand decisively. "Find her!"

Meanwhile, Arnold rushed to the scene as soon as he got the news. By coincidence, he once again brushed past Felicia.

After saving Matthew, Felicia was sitting in the backseat, her head down as she wiped her hands with a wet tissue. Sensing something, she looked up just in time to meet Arnold's gaze. Felicia glanced at him briefly before looking away. Her gaze was indifferent, as if it was directed toward the other pedestrians around her. It was detached, with no visible emotions. Arnold pursed his lips. He was always the center of attention, the spotlight following him wherever he went. This was the first time he felt completely overlooked.

It left him feeling a bit uncomfortable, but he didn't linger, quickly heading toward where Matthew was.

After the little incident, Felicia finally arrived at her workplace Harmony Medical Center.

since the previous year, only working on weekends when she had school. Currently, she was taking advantage of

Felicia stepped into the clinic, she saw a crowd of people exiting. In the middle of the throng was an elderly man with a dignified

doctor nationwide. Everyone who saw him, regardless of their status, would politely address him

Felicia had worked there for a year without realizing this connection. By

a moment, not yet having a clear look at him, when

obediently stepped aside, then extended her

"Whoa-"

stumbled and fell, landing

retorted, "Watch where you're going.

one who tripped him, yet she shifted the blame elsewhere. It was like punching someone and then insisting

lost his cool, raising his hand as if to teach Felicia a

pulled back, glaring at Felicia from the corner of his eye. Then, he bowed his head and

door, Felicia overheard someone say to Clive, "Congratulations, Mr. Walsh Senior! I heard your daughter's

Mr. Walsh Senior wants is someone to inherit Harmony Medical Center and continue his medical legacy! It's just

his children, the one with the most talent and the one Clive had the highest hopes

father-daughter relationship had become quite strained. Noticing Clive's expression darkening, the others hurriedly changed the subject, saying, "I heard that ten minutes ago, Mr. Lawson Senior

spoke up. "There are always people better than you. Whether it's true or not, we can find out by visiting the Lawson

Mr. Walsh Senior is

of people escorted Clive into a

eyebrow and turned to walk toward

her coworkers saw her arrive, they waved eagerly, "Felicia, hurry! We have so many medicine

"Alright, I'm coming."

sleeves and got to work. While brewing the medicine, she occasionally caught glimpses of the