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.

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

complicit. One was the killer, and the other was a cold

head held high, Mina radiated the satisfaction

to Felicia and struck her across the face with a force that echoed throughout the

sharp and unmistakable. Felicia's head snapped to the side, her neatly tied ponytail unraveling from the impact. A bright red handprint began to bloom on her pale

blow, but Myra's voice came through clearly, every word

you were never my daughter! Get out of my sight!

moment, Myra's face bore an uncanny resemblance to that of Tabitha. The same blazing eyes, the same unforgiving scorn, and the same venomous words that cut deeper than any

she picked up

a

had been sitting ready by the door. The bag was nearly empty, containing only needle case, a phone with its charger, and two books. These were

hesitation. "Stand right there. Don't you dare step

but his father remained silent and made no move to stop Felicia. That silence weighed heavily