Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 229

The night had unraveled in an intricate sequence of events, each one building on the last.

First, Mina stormed into the Fuller residence with reporters in tow, dropping a bombshell accusation in front of the gathered guests. The shock left the family scrambling, giving them no chance to react or regain control of the narrative. Then, as if perfectly timed, Laurence arrived with his team. Without hesitation, they leveled the accusations against Kayla and took her away.

It all happened seamlessly-one action leading directly into the next, as if meticulously planned.

Myra, her mind racing, refused to believe this was merely Mina's work. A simple housekeeper, skilled at cooking and cleaning, couldn't possibly orchestrate something this devastating. The person pulling the strings from the shadows had to be someone else. Her voice, sharp with fury, rang out. "Who's behind this? Tell me who it is!"

Mina's expression twisted into something strange, almost triumphant. Her gaze slowly shifted toward Felicia. Her lips curled into a bitter smile. "It's her. Your other precious daughter."

Her words were like a lightning bolt, igniting a wildfire of rage in Myra.

Felicia had indeed helped Mina. Her advice and calculated moves ensured Mina could expose Kayla and hold her accountable. But Mina's gratitude was layered with resentment.

resented Felicia for being so shrewd and for having the evidence all along, yet choosing to do nothing to save her husband. She could've stopped Kayla and prevented the murder, but instead, she let it

the Fuller family were complicit. One was the killer,

head held high, Mina radiated the satisfaction

stormed over to Felicia and struck her across the face with

sound was sharp and unmistakable. Felicia's head snapped to the side, her neatly tied ponytail unraveling from the impact.

from the blow, but Myra's voice

were never my daughter! Get out of

of Tabitha. The same blazing eyes, the same unforgiving scorn, and the same venomous words that cut deeper than any slap. Felicia wanted to laugh at the irony, but her swollen cheek made even a small smile painful. She

she picked up her coat

a

door. The bag was nearly empty, containing only needle case, a phone with its charger, and two books. These were the only possessions

him to follow her. But Myra's sharp voice cut through his hesitation. "Stand right there. Don't you dare step out of this house!" "Mom..." Sebastian's brows furrowed. He

some support, but his father remained silent and made no move to stop Felicia. That