Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 309

Felicia urged, "Just drive. Also, did you prepare everything I asked for? The herbs and the silver needles?"

"Of course. Everything's ready," Maurice replied.

Even while still on the plane, he had issued the necessary orders. The herbs Felicia requested were rare and expensive, but they were a mere trifle to someone like Maurice. What caught him off guard was Felicia's sense of urgency.

With a curious glint in his eye, he asked, "Ms. Fuller, you seem more eager to fix my legs than I am."

Felicia leaned back lazily and replied, "I'm not a fan of Ablil. The sky's always so gray. The sooner your legs are healed, the sooner I can return to Khogend."

Maurice's eyes flickered with an unreadable expression before he said nothing further. He signaled the driver to move.

The Bentley picked up speed, winding through narrow roads until it finally arrived at a secluded estate.

The property was tucked away in a remote location, hidden deep within the mountains. As soon as Felicia stepped out of the car, she felt the temperature rise noticeably. Felicia caught a faint scent in the air and raised an eyebrow. Typical of the wealthy-this estate had multiple natural hot baths scattered throughout the property.

up during the colder months, and soaking in a hot bath was the only thing that relieved

found everything in order. The herbs were fresh, the needle kit was pristine, and the other tools she requested were neatly prepared. "Your legs have been damaged by prolonged exposure to cold and damp energy, which has settled into your body like poison. To completely heal you, we'll need to drive it out." Felicia held up a handful of herbs and waved them lightly. "Maurice, I'll need to prepare the medicine first. Meet me by the hot bath in an hour for the first acupuncture session." "Fine," Maurice said,

he turned to leave, he murmured in a barely audible tone to one of

"Yes, Mr. Glovers."

men understood their

Maurice intended to rely on Felicia's skills, he wasn't

Vel

had

with the medicine or botch

pile of herbs, sifting through them methodically. Every now and

side of her, feigning helpfulness

us help you," one

smirked. If they wanted to do the work, she was happy

one of the men, "set up the stove and

continued, gesturing to the other. "Bring the herbs I've picked to boil. Watch carefully-once the water turns black, take it off the

two men