Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 258

Felicia left the Walsh residence right after saying her piece. Yet as she walked away, her mind was a mess.

Maybe her parents were right. She was a cold-hearted, ungrateful person incapable of showing love or loyalty to family. Even with Clive on his deathbed, she had still rejected his request without hesitation, even going so far as to declare her intention to start her own medical center. Her words must have felt like daggers to him.

But what Clive said hurt her just as deeply. Those words were hidden under the façade of family. It was clearly an attempt to convince her to be a pawn for the Walshes, Harvey, and Harmony Medical Center.

Felicia shook her head, frustrated. She was so buried in thought that she failed to see the two vicious men in black suits approaching silently from behind. Before she could react, a hand grabbed her face. Felicia struggled as she tried to scream.

Her instincts kicked in. Her fingers reached for her pocket where she kept a vial of homemade poison powder for self-defence. She was about to use it, but her captors seemed prepared. They instantly electroshocked her into unconsciousness. Her body went limp and collapsed straight into an awaiting pair of hands.

Just before darkness overtook her, Felicia caught a glimpse of Arnold's face. His lips were pressed into a thin line as he spoke softly.

That bastard!

chunk out of him, but she couldn't resist the weight

into his car. The vehicle sped through the night, heading straight for the Lawson

after sheet, paper after paper lay discarded. He was unsatisfied with the outcome but the moment he heard the

room. In her unconscious state, she appeared to be serene. Her delicate features,

the first time he saw her. He was at the doorway of the Fuller family's villa as she drove past in front of him. Even

a lasting impression

him.

took a deep breath and reached out. His fingertips lightly brushed against Felicia's

...

in the

in the backseat, his eyes closed as he rested. "Is Felicia still