Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 235

After being kicked out of the Fuller residence, Felicia didn't bother keeping tabs on Kayla's case.

But the incident was impossible to ignore it was all anyone in Khogend talked about. A casual scroll through the news feed revealed the latest update-Kayla had been sent to a sanatorium under the pretext of a mental health diagnosis. It was just as Felicia had expected.

The Fuller couple would never abandon Kayla, no matter what she had done. Still, the damage was irreparable. Even though Kayla was technically declared "innocent", her reputation was in shambles, and the public wanted nothing to do with her. Meanwhile, Fuller Group continued its freefall. Their shares plummeted, their market value evaporated, and their once-impervious empire teetered closer to ruin. The title of Khogend's wealthiest family was no longer theirs. Bankruptcy loomed like a dark cloud. Felicia arched a brow at the news before setting her phone aside. She had other things to do-like preparing for a meeting. That morning, Sebastian had called her three times, asking to meet at a coffee shop. She agreed, curious to see what he wanted. Since her dramatic exit from the Fuller residence, Felicia had been living at the Russell estate.

The sprawling estate was far removed from the chaos of the city, offering her a surprising sense of peace. Though the arrangement felt strange at first as she would be living under the same roof as Stephan, it turned out not to be an issue. Stephan was rarely home, and his schedule was as unpredictable as it was packed.

With him out of sight most of the time, Felicia found herself settling in comfortably, her initial awkwardness fading.

Cloud bounded up to her as she stepped outside, its tail wagging enthusiastically. It circled her twice before sitting obediently at her feet.

crouched down, scratching behind its ears with a smile. "You're looking

carried itself with a proud, almost regal demeanor. Felicia was pleased with

Hood, who was assigned to

you," Felicia replied with

Kenneth was efficient and

His quiet demeanor made the frequent drives more

respecting his profe

impossible to call for a ride. Half an hour later, they arrived at the coffee

approached, pulled out a chair, and sat across from him with a faint smile.

she stil called him "Sebastian", her demeanor was polite yet detached as if an invisible barrier had been erected

severed whatever tentative connection they had

it still hurt?" Sebastian asked, his eyes drifting to her