Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 277

As evening approached, Felicia left the clinic.

After today's events, the Union Clinic's reputation was firmly established. In the future, more people would naturally come for consultations.

Since she couldn't spend all day at the clinic, she left the usual cases to the eight seasoned physicians. If they ran into a challenging case, they could come to her. Feeling pleased, she thought about buying a house now that money wasn't an issue. But on second thought, it didn't really matter where she lived-she was alone, after all. Arriving downstairs at her building, she spotted a car parked by the road and a familiar figure leaning against the door.

It was Sebastian.

How did he know to find her here?

Not intending to linger, she was about to head inside when he calmly said, "I couldn't reach you. Your phone's been off."

"Oh, it's dead," she replied, glancing at the blank screen. "What's wrong?"

"New Year's coming. Mom and Dad asked me to get you. Stop being so stubborn-come home. We should gather for New Year's dinner."

as if he had fit

"stop being so stubborn" with a straight

birthday, Kayla was accused of murder; the evidence was clear, and she was taken away in front

slapped Felicia hard and

her to

my last name is Fuller, I'm not a part of the

kept walking forward without looking back.

into the world she belonged in, bathed in the sunset's blood-red light, her posture was straight, cold, and distant, leaving only a path strewn with thorns in her wake. Sebastian frowned, standing in place for a long moment before

family was destined

would dress up cheerfully and charmingly, reaching out with a sly grin to ask for gifts in

year, she remained

was done with Kayla and wouldn't hear any more news

package from the sanatorium arrived at the Fuller residence the day before

note-"Happy New Year, Mom. I made this scarf for you. Learning took me a long time, so it's poorly done. If you don't like

stared at the scarf, its stitches uneven and clumsy, and pictured Kayla knitting it slowly and alone, learning each step herself. She imagined