Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 280

Kayla muttered, "Mom really goes overboard; I don't even need all this. Why go through the trouble of sending it?" The bodyguard handed her a few paper bags and said, "Ms. Kayla, Mrs. Fuller made these cakes and cookies for you."

She took them, opening each one and then smiled at Felicia, who was already at the door. She loudly said, "Mom's baking is great; they're all my favorite flavors. Felicia, you've never tried her baking, have you? Want to stay and have some?" Felicia, not interested in replying, left without a backward glance.

Yet, as she stepped out of the sanatorium, she paused.

Kayla had acted far too differently today. It was almost as if she were a different person. Her every move and word was layered with strangeness.

Felicia turned around and re-entered the sanatorium. But instead of seeking Kayla, she approached the nurse to ask about Kayla's condition.

The nurse replied, "She was doing very poorly before. She caused disturbances daily-breaking things, even attacking people! Quite a few of us got hurt!

"A few days ago, she tried to stab someone in the cafeteria with a fork she grabbed. Thankfully, we managed to stop her in time, or the consequences would've been unimaginable. Oh, and the wound on her forehead happened when she fell during that scuffle." So, that was how it happened.

Felicia caught onto a critical detail and asked, "She was in bad shape before. How is she now?"

She cooperates with her medication and injections, but she doesn't interact with others much. Sometimes, she sits alone in her room

asked, "Has she been in contact with anyone from

family members are allowed to

she displayed

came to mind. "If you're asking about strange behavior, she's been sitting alone and laughing a

ago, right after she hit her head. Since then, she's

sanatorium, she

out, even resorting to violence. That was

such heights, be charged with murder, and then be saved by the Fuller family only to end up locked away here under the label of

could Kayla possibly accept the sheer

fuss. Had she really changed? Or had she come to terms with her reality, realizing

as soon as

pondered this for a while, coming up empty, and decided to put it aside

...

dropping off the items, the bodyguard was about to