Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 312

When the woman saw Felicia, her eyes locked on her, filled with shock and something deeper. It was almost too intense.

Felicia raised an eyebrow. "Do you know me?"

The woman quickly shook her head, lowering her gaze, refusing to make eye contact again.

Felicia didn't press further. She wasn't interested in interacting with anyone under Maurice's thumb. Whether it was his staff or his so-called maids, they were all just extensions of his watchful eye. Without another word, Felicia returned to her room.

Left alone, the scarred woman finally lifted her head, trembling as she stared after Felicia's retreating figure.

She was Abbie.

When Abbie had been assigned to care for a special guest, she never imagined it would turn out to be Felicia.

They'd crossed paths before-back when Abbie was a rising starlet in the entertainment industry. At that time, she had it all-endless resources, every industry headline, and fans' undivided attention everywhere.

Now? She was scrubbing glasses and fetching errands for Maurice's household, a far cry from the glamorous life she once knew.

from Maurice, she'd been tossed into a crocodile pit. She barely escaped with her life, but not without

and chance to reclaim her place

on a shattered vase. The wounds cut to the bone in places, ensuring that even when they healed, they'd leave permanent reminders

in the mirror anymore. If she couldn't recognize herself, how could

her fists so hard

onto the floor as she stood

was Felicia fine? Why did she get to be treated like a

breathing grew ragged, and her

she whispered, her voice low and venomous.

...

afternoon, at the same time and place, Felicia performed

the end of it, Maurice's legs showed even more progress. He could feel pain when pinched and tingling when

days I need. You've got five-

out of that

in the steaming hot bath, exhaling deeply. His eyes glimmered

her sore wrists and neck, muttering to herself, "That's enough for today. I