Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 219

Felicia could only laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all.

With such a heartfelt plea, full of tears and sincerity, it was touching.

She had been wondering what Kayla and Shawn were up to after their lengthy conversation on the beach. They couldn't possibly have been chatting idly. No, they must have devised what they thought was a foolproof plan to get rid of her for good. Over the past few days, Felicia had been extra cautious whenever she left the house, but no one seemed to be tailing her.

And then it clicked.

Kayla's constant displays of affection with Myra in front of Felicia weren't just for show. They were calculated. The idea was to push Felicia's emotional buttons, exploit her past longing for maternal love, and leave her vulnerable to Tabitha's tearful ambush. If Felicia had gone to that address, it would undoubtedly have been a trap, meticulously laid and waiting for her.

How pathetic.

Felicia allowed a hint of excitement to creep into her voice. "Really?"

"Of course! I would never lie to you!" Tabitha's voice was trembling with eagerness now, sensing her plan was working.

"Licia," she continued, "I've sent you the address. Come over now! We'll light the candles, cut the cake, and you can head back to the Fuller family's birthday party afterward. The timing's perfect, don't you think?" Felicia smiled faintly. "That sounds great."

"Wonderful! Hurry, my dear. I can't wait to see you!"

The moment Felicia hung up, her expression turned icy. Any trace of sentiment was replaced with cold mockery.

thought they were clever, she

she

tone indifferent. "Keep them alive. I need their statements when Kayla's crimes come

phone. "Got it, Ms. Fuller.

...

in a shabby rental house on the outskirts

girl's still under my thumb!" she

up, we'll take

"Are you sure your sister Kayla will give you

family fortune, who else is she going to spoil but us?" Howell still looked

back out later, I've got dirt on her.

Howell nodded, his gaze flicking to his son's mangled right hand. His hatred for

burned even brighter. "That

We

and she

harm

When that brat shows up, I'm going to tear her apart!" Tabitha spat venomously. The three exchanged a glance and sprang into action to prepare

the kettle was drugged as well. Beneath the table lay a knife, and behind

en

arrive, eat the drugged cake, drink the water, and pass out. Then, Howell and