Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 137

Felicia nodded. "Yes, it's me, Nana."

Macey Garcia and Felicia weren't related by blood. But during Felicia's childhood, when Howell and Tabitha neglected and mistreated her, Macey occasionally slipped her a croissant or a couple of apples.

Later, when the village repurposed abandoned houses into a small school, the enrollment fee was a hundred dollars and a piece of smoked ham. The conditions were simple, but the aim was to ensure that every child could get an education. Howell and Tabitha would never spend a dime on Felicia.

Felicia could only cling to the window to learn and write words in the dirt with a twig. Seeing her like that, Macey couldn't bear it. She paid Felicia's school fees with the money she earned from weaving bamboo baskets.

That one hundred dollars had been saved in small bills that were all crumpled up and piled together.

Felicia gently said, "Nana, your eyes aren't good, and you need to take care of your health. You shouldn't keep running up the mountain to cut bamboo; it's tiring! Listen to me, and stop weaving baskets!"

"Alright." Macey chuckled, but her response was clearly just perfunctory. It was clear she wouldn't really listen.

Felicia's expression turned serious. "Nana, I'm serious! The mountain paths are hard to walk on. Don't weave any more baskets. And winter is coming. Your hands are cracked. Are you still washing clothes by the river to save on electricity for the washing machine?"

bought for me every day," Macey replied, pulling Felicia into the house. She rummaged around, revealing a pile

elderly people had the habit of hiding their favorite foods. They were usually too reluctant to

fish filets! The fish is fresh. It was brought by Mr. Todd this

her was filled with small river fish, all

candy into her mouth. She then rolled

was

Felicia

past two years, the old woman still refused to use the electric stove and stuck to the traditional

ve

soon, wisps of black smoke rose from the chimney. The black

mountain, he

weren't faring much better. The rough terrain had caused them to

She just dashed off, and

our college's bus over there? I see the vice principal. Let's

does look like them! Let's