Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Clive had lost his appetite for food. With a dark expression on his face, he got up. "I must find out who sneaked in here!"

Losing a poison of that type was no laughing matter.

If the person who stole the poison were to use it with malicious intentions, it would be almost impossible for anyone to detect and avoid that potent, colorless, and odorless poison. Before he left the room, Clive cast a glance at Felicia and reminded her. "Licia, you need to be careful."

Felicia nodded.

Clive strode out of the pharmacy. He was reminded that Roberta, who was waiting outside, had been injured when he walked past her.

He came to a halt. "You haven't changed the dressing for today, right? Once I've settled some urgent matters, you can come and look for me. I'll help you change it." "Thank you, Great-grandpa."

Roberta beamed.

If it had been before, she would have been really happy to hear Clive expressing his concern, for her like this. However... It was too late now. It was all too late now. After Clive left, Felicia came out of the pharmacy.

Roberta commented in a gentle voice, "Aunt Felicia, the weather's nice today. Why don't we head outside to the garden? I've baked a cake and made a few desserts. Would you like to try them?" Felicia stared at Roberta, trying to read the expression on her face.

nothing in

usual self. The only thing different was that she was not smiling as much and looked a bit tired. The corners of

have cried just

her up

was going to

to the pharmacy

served on a stone table in the garden. There were

Felicia's eyes when she saw the two

juice.

prediction was right, one of

fell behind slightly on purpose

and placed it before her. Meanwhile, Felicia sat opposite her. She stared at the desserts and the remaining glass of orange juice, which Roberta moved closer to her, without touching them. Roberta lifted her gaze and looked in the sun's direction. She squinted her eyes against the strong sunlight. However, she smiled faintly. "Aunt

mind the lack of response. She went on talking as if she suddenly had the urge to share

child in the world. My mom was always gentle to me,

day, a woman barged into our house and claimed that my dad

my mom's hair and called her a slut

mistress meant at first. It wasn't until later on when people started calling me the daughter

mocked and ridiculed me behind my back. Our

front of our door.