Return of the Crowned Heiress

Felicia smiled but didn't respond.

Ever since the incident with Roberta, she had caused quite a stir within the Walsh family. Talia, the mastermind, ended up in prison. The three troublesome kids hated her to the core, not to mention Harvey.

No one would welcome her if she returned to the Walsh family, and she might even get schemed against again. What was the point of returning to a place where she constantly had to be on guard, unable to even drink a glass of water?

Seeing that Felicia didn't say anything, Clive sighed, looking awkward. "I'm getting old, and there are many things I haven't managed well. Even if I want to now, I'm powerless. But Harvey is still my son." It wasn't like he could just cut him off completely. She understood. She suddenly realized that Myra and Clive were indeed father and daughter in this respect. Their capacity for tolerance has the same limits.

Clive protected Harvey, and Myra protected Kayla in the same way.

The words of comfort that had originally been on her tongue suddenly stopped working. She said, "Grandpa, I'll leave now."

"You're leaving already? You just got here. Can you stay a little longer and sit with me? By the way, I brought the books you still need to finish. Take them with you and read them at your leisure."

"No need, Grandpa. I finished them already. My memory is good. I've remembered everything." Felicia smiled slightly as she explained. "I've had a lot of schoolwork lately. I'll come see you again next time."

Take care of yourself and

"Mm."

with schoolwork; that was just an excuse. If she stayed longer, hearing more of Clive's words, she would have felt suffocated

deep breath and stood in front of a movie

a random ticket and

people heal their lives with their childhood memories; unhappy people spend their lives healing their childhood trauma. "People are ultimately

back in her chair,

pick you up and bring

entrance

gave him the address, and it wasn't

heater's warmth

you come to the

friends." Felicia smiled faintly,

time, call me along. If you feel like it's not