Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 181

The main hall of Macey's house was packed with people.

A wooden bed was placed in the center, with Macey lying peacefully on it. The once warm and caring woman who had comforted Felicia was now lying still, eyes closed, with a serene expression. It was the image of a crumpled hundred dollars pieced together, given with the words, "Take it and pay for your tuition. A hardworking child like you shouldn't be let down."

It was Macey who saw her, hungry yet still washing clothes. She took warm boiled eggs and two sandwiches from her pocket, whispering, "Eat these quickly and quietly so the others don't see." It was the look of pity, accompanied by a sigh, "Poor child."

It was the smile as she patted her head, full of kindness, saying, "Licia, you're the best girl in the world!"

It was the day before, when Macey had asked someone to catch some small fish, saying, "You little glutton, wait for me. I will fry you some fish filets."

Felicia's throat tightened. The breeze felt cold against her face.

A basket of freshly cleaned small fish lay on the stove, ready to be fried, but it hadn't been done yet.

she would never get to eat it

up to the bed and looked at Macey's face. The villagers had already helped care for everything, changing her clothes and fixing her hair, making

at Romeo, who sighed and said, "Licia, don't blame yourself. It's not your fault. We kept the news of your disappearance quiet. Macey didn't

She never woke up. Her health had always been poor. She often said that this day would come sooner or later. She

fine on the outside, her body had already

grandson, but they had all died in a car

with guilt and regret. It was

had heard these stories from the villagers before, but now, she regretted not saying more to Macey when she left. She had only briefly greeted Macey before heading to Hillfort, never imagining it would be their last

would

head, feeling a deep ache in her

saying, "Licia, try to take it easy. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are all part of life. And these years with your care, Macey was very content. Besides, look at her peaceful, smiling face-she

she understood the words, her