Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 326

The disfigured maid left the suite silently with her head bowed as if she was trying to vanish into the shadows. She avoided eye contact, unwilling to let anyone see the ruined features of her face. What woman wouldn't care about her appearance?

Felicia could have made a scar-removal ointment to restore the maid's face. But the process would require rare ingredients and time-two things Felicia didn't have to spare.

Her only goal was to get out of the Glovers' place as fast as she could. Helping strangers wasn't exactly her thing.

After finishing her meal, Felicia sprawled on her plush bed, her mind turning to tomorrow's confrontation.

Once she administered the final treatment, Maurice's body would be free of the toxins. From that moment on, he'd walk like any other man and be free from his wheelchair.

But she knew all too well that Maurice wasn't the type to show gratitude. The moment his legs were healed, he'd dispose of her without hesitation and wouldn't let her walk out of Ablil alive.

So, the real question was, did she truly want to help this madman stand?

Felicia hugged the blanket. She rolled lazily onto her side, trying to find a comfortable position for a nap. Her mind replayed tomorrow's potential scenarios, but she remained blissfully unaware of the simmering hatred just outside her suite door.

The disfigured maid slowly lifted her head in the corridor, her scarred face contorting with a venomous glare. Her eyes burned with malice.

She now understood why Felicia had been spared his notorious cruelty, unlike anyone else brought into Maurice's grasp. Her medical skills gave her the leverage. Abbie's lips twisted into a bitter smirk. But so what? She knew Maurice's patterns. Once

witness it. She'd watch

spring. Maurice sat in his wheelchair, his loyal men watching intently. Excitement buzzed in

...

finally walk again,

work, she broke the silence with a question, "Are you

He glanced at her, a faint

she might earn her freedom. If she failed... Well, the consequences were

didn't respond. She smiled faintly and focused on her

they flew from her hands, landing precisely in the critical points of Maurice's

he had been assigned to monitor her for any foul play, he couldn't hide his

was seamless, fluid, and

Even someone of his experience couldn't

the final needle. She said

wheelchair tightly, his knuckles whitening. "So, I can

it a try?" Felicia

drew a deep breath and slowly