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.

observation and eavesdropping, but Abbie finally pieced it all together. 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 the treatment was done, Felicia's fate was

to witness it. She'd watch every

spring. Maurice sat in

...

finally walk again,

silence with a question, "Are

faint smirk tugging at his lips. "If anyone should be nervous, it's

the air. If she succeeded, she might earn her freedom.

faintly

silver needles glinted as they flew from her hands, landing precisely in the

rapt attention. Though he had been assigned

and

of his experience couldn't

the final needle. She said in a

of his wheelchair tightly, his

give it a try?" Felicia replied, her voice deliberately

drew a deep breath and slowly