Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 323

Just a few minutes earlier, when Stephan's line was busy, Imogen had called Thomas instead, complaining of stomach discomfort. Hearing that, Stephan rubbed his throbbing temple.

After all, she was his only sibling his sister who had shielded him when they were children, losing her eyesight in the process.

And there was more. Imogen's heartbreak ran deep. Her fiancé, Archie, died a month before their wedding and became lost at sea under circumstances that tied back to Stephan in complicated ways. Archie's death left her shattered, and the only thing keeping her grounded now was the child she carried. If something happened to that baby, Stephan knew Imogen might not recover. "Got it."

Stephan left the office and headed back to the Russell residence.

In the Russell residence's front yard, Imogen was sipping on juice, her cheeks flushed and her demeanor lively. There was no hint of the discomfort she had claimed earlier.

Stephan's jaw clenched, his sharp eyes darkening.

Hearing his footsteps, Imogen turned toward the sound. A maid beside her quickly informed her, "Ms. Russell, Mr. Russell is here."

Well, since you're here now, come with me and Johanna to Frosty Chapel. I haven't been out in ages." Stephan suppressed his annoyance. The only reason

suppressed the flicker of irritation in his chest. He replied, his voice cool and detached, "If you want to go out, feel free to bring along any of the house staff or

impatience. She felt every ounce of his

Imogen's voice trembled, a tinge of hurt slipping

thought of her blindness, her dependence, and now, her brother's apparent annoyance. Tears welled in

you anymore? Am I just a burden now? If you can't stand me now, how

took a deep breath, forcing himself to speak calmly. "Imogen, I really am busy. I'll be out of Seldvale for a few

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heard was that he was leaving again. He'd only been back for a

emotions as she thought of her earlier promises to Johanna. She'd been so confident that today's plans would work out.

honest with me, Stephan. Are you

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