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 stood

not smiling as much and looked a

like she might have cried just

her up

Roberta was going to keep up with

door to the pharmacy and followed

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

in Felicia's eyes when she saw the

juice.

one of the two drinks was

purpose to

before her. Meanwhile, Felicia sat opposite her. She stared at the desserts and the remaining glass of orange juice, which

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

happiest child in the world. My mom was always gentle to me, whereas my dad

into our house and claimed that my dad was her husband.

mom's hair and called her a

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

classmates mocked and ridiculed me behind my back. Our neighbors

front of our door.