Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 325

Maurice maintained his usual composed demeanor, exuding that scholarly, polite air as he replied, "Of course."

Felicia's lips curled into a bright smile. "Thank you in advance, Mr. Glovers."

The atmosphere remained pleasant, at least on the surface.

Just as Felicia was about to leave, a small group appeared on the path ahead. Leading them was an elderly woman with a kind face, supported on either side by maids. Her steps were hurried as she made her way toward the hot spring. The men carrying Felicia's medical kit immediately greeted, "Mrs. Glovers Senior."

Felicia raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Kelsey, upon reaching Maurice and seeing him standing, broke into a beaming smile. Her joy was palpable, her voice trembling with emotion. "Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! My grandson is standing again!"

She clasped her hands together and murmured "Praise be!" several times before speaking again.

"This is the best news I've heard in years! But you, child, how could you keep such a thing from me? I only heard about it through the maids!"

Maurice's lips curved slightly, but his eyes showed no warmth. "You've been so focused on your prayers; I didn't want to disturb you."

her eyes. "How could this be a disturbance? I've been praying every day for your legs to heal, and now, they finally have! It's nothing short of a miracle!" Her

response was distant, his tone lukewarm. His eyes carried a faint trace of mockery buried

catching the

family affairs, especially not those that looked as murky as the Glovers family. Staying out of it was her best

away when Maurice, ever the tactician, brought the conversation

all thanks to this miracle doctor," he said

for the first time. With her maids' help, she approached, her kind

you've done such

Glovers family now. If you ever find yourself in trouble, know

do whatever we can

The light scent of

trouble right now. Perhaps Mr. Glovers could start by letting me

Rumors swirled outside about

between Maurice and his grandmother, and judging by his attitude, there was likely some truth to them. The Glovers family's dynamics seemed as complex as they

interested in finding out. She exchanged a few pleasantries before politely excusing herself and heading back to her

kit down and said respectfully, "Ms.

"Got it."

eaten much earlier. She casually instructed one of the maids, "Make me some pasta. Add some