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.

in particular

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

have cried

took her up on

how long Roberta was going to keep

the pharmacy and followed

fruits were served on a stone table in the garden. There

in Felicia's eyes when she

juice.

prediction was right, one of

slightly on purpose to see

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

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

the world. My mom was always

into our house and claimed that my

hair and called her a slut

no idea what a mistress meant at first. It wasn't until later on when people started calling me the daughter

me behind my back. Our

front of our door.