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!”

carrying a hint of something ominous. His gaze drifted lazily toward the distant Grandeur Hall, where his grandmother resided. With a voice as smooth as silk and just as

air as though addressed to

said softly,

the air was thick

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

his tools, she suddenly grabbed his hand. Her frail but firm grip stopped him in

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

beads of sweat

for his medical expertise, but this situation had humbled him. A

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

doctors in the country, the answer will likely remain the same. This particular venomous creature has been modified. Its toxicity is extremely aggressive.

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

halfway out the door, something made him

an unsettling sight. Kelsey’s lips had curled into a faint smile. It was brief but striking–so at odds with her usual kind demeanor that it sent

seen

just a moment ago, he could have sworn he saw a sharp, calculating smile flash across her features. It was as though it had been