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 particular

different was that she was not smiling as

might have cried just a

her up on the offer.

wanted to see how long Roberta was going to

door to the pharmacy and

on a stone table in the garden. There were also two glasses of freshly squeezed orange

brief flash of contempt in Felicia's eyes when she saw the two glasses

juice.

one

fell behind slightly on purpose to see

behaved as if she had not noticed anything and sat on the seat on the right. She naturally took the glass of orange juice to the right 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

not seem to 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,

house and claimed that my dad was her

mom's hair and called her a slut

on when people started calling me the daughter of a mistress

me behind my

front of our door.