Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 338

By the hot spring, Maurice’s trusted aide rubbed his nose with a mischievous grin after throwing Abbie out. “Mr. Glovers, are you really just going to let her go without getting even?”

Showing kindness to enemies was never part of Maurice’s playbook.

A sly smile played on Maurice’s lips, the kind that hinted at schemes brewing beneath the surface. He instinctively tried to brush off the dust on his coat, only to be reminded by the sharp ache in his shoulders that he couldn’t use both his arms now.

His smile froze, and his expression darkened.

Caesar had made it clear that torn muscles and broken bones would take at least three months to heal fully. That was yet another debt Maurice mentally added to Felicia’s tab.

“Does my grandmother know about this?” Maurice asked, his tone unusually calm.

“Yes,” one of his men replied.

“Alright, send people to keep an eye on Felicia. She can do whatever she wants, but until the damn venomous creature is removed, ensure Felicia’s safety. No exceptions.”

“Yes, Mr. Glovers!”

where his grandmother resided. With a voice as smooth as silk and just

words hung in the air as though addressed to no one

he said

thick

After a brief check–up, Caesar reassured her that aside from some mild stress, there was nothing to worry about.

packed his tools, she suddenly grabbed his hand. Her

voice low and serious. “You’re an esteemed physician. Are you telling

beads of sweat

expertise, but this

out of her teens had managed feats he could only dream of–curing Maurice’s legs and deploying a modified version of the twin

his tone cautious, “Mrs. Glovers Senior, even if we summon the best doctors in the country, the answer will likely remain the same. This particular venomous creature has been modified. Its toxicity is extremely aggressive. Attempting to forcibly remove it would undoubtedly lead to Mr. Glovers‘

fell, her already–lined features creasing further with worry. She waved him off, signaling the

to leave, but halfway out

was brief but striking–so at odds with her usual kind demeanor that it sent

seen it

was back to its usual sorrowful expression, but just a moment ago, he could have sworn he saw a sharp, calculating smile flash across her features. It was as though it