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.

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

be there to witness it. She'd watch

day, Felicia prepared for the final acupuncture session in the hot spring. Maurice sat in his wheelchair,

...

Maurice would finally walk again, free

began her work, she broke the silence with

all," Maurice replied coolly. He glanced at her, a faint smirk

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

smiled faintly and focused on

silver needles glinted as they flew from

had been assigned to monitor her for any foul

technique was seamless, fluid, and mesmerizing.

someone of his experience couldn't fully grasp how she worked her

needle. She said in

armrests of his wheelchair tightly, his knuckles

give it a try?" Felicia replied, her voice

a deep breath and slowly