Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 324

Felicia was missing, her whereabouts completely unknown.

While others might afford to take their time, there was no way Felicia could afford to wait. And Stephan? He could hardly stand still. If he could, he would fly straight to Khogend without delay. Every second felt like a wasted eternity. "Take care of Imogen," Stephan barked over his shoulder before striding out the door.

His command was met with a unified, disciplined response from the maids, bodyguards, and everyone else within earshot.

"Yes, Mr. Russell!" they echoed in sync.

Watching Stephan leave in such a hurry, Johanna sighed quietly as she approached Imogen, ready to soothe her disappointment. "Imogen..."

Before she could say anything more, Imogen's face suddenly contorted in pain. Her hand flew to her stomach, and beads of sweat broke out across her forehead.

"It hurts... It hurts so much..." Imogen gasped, doubling over. Her voice was weak, trembling.

"Imogen!" Johanna cried.

"Ms. Russell!" one of the household staff yelled.

Then, someone's voice rang out in alarm, "Blood! She's bleeding!"

All eyes turned toward Imogen's skirt, where a crimson stain had begun to spread.

Imogen whispered, her voice barely audible. Then, her body went limp,

need

usually serene and orderly,

the private airstrip at the back of the house where his jet was prepped and waiting for departure when he heard the commotion. He stopped dead

the flight path was cleared for Khogend, and

empty, waiting

the sixth day of Felicia's captivity in Ablil, she stood by

spoke for themselves. And

Glovers," Felicia suggested, raising an

the armrests of his wheelchair.

stood. The

loyal to a fault, watched in disbelief. They cheered like they had just

Maurice's body stiffened. Years

to the wheelchair had

and unsteady, and his muscles seemed

to take

buckled under his weight, and he

swiftly to steady him before

helping him back into

stretched her arms lazily as if she hadn't just saved him from an embarrassing