Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 341

The Walsh residence was draped in somber white.

Felicia had barely set foot inside the threshold when a ceramic cup came hurtling at her. She stepped aside, letting it shatter on the ground.

The culprit was Myra. Dressed in a stark black mourning outfit adorned with a white flower, Myra’s face twisted with fury. Her eyes bore into Felicia with a venomous intensity.

“What are you doing here? Get out!”

Without hesitation, she grabbed a nearby ashtray and hurled it at Felicia.

Felicia ducked again, narrowly avoiding the hefty object that crashed onto the marble floor. She could feel the weight of Myra’s rage. If that ashtray had struck her, it could’ve cracked her

skull.

A shadow flickered across Felicia’s face, her patience waning.

She had come to pay her respects–nothing more. If not for her desire to honor Clive one last time, she wouldn’t have bothered stepping foot into this house.

Taking a steadying breath, Felicia said calmly, “just want to pay my last respects to Grandpa

and leave.”

this only seemed to stoke Myra’s fury. Her voice rose to

torrent of words.

about him at all, you would’ve come the day he passed! Or at least the day he was buried! But you–oh no–you waited until now to show your face? Felicia, you’re

heaved with the weight of her disappointment and

further inside, noticing that the mourning wasn’t just for Clive. The atmosphere was

pictures.

Medical Center was burned down. Then, Mr. Walsh Senior passed away. And now, they’ve found

the outskirts of town:”

it was from a helicopter. They say he ‘fell‘–but we all know

third branch has risen to power. Harvey used to suppress them left and

Chap 341

“No kidding!”

suspected. Harvey’s death had thrown the

suddenly made sense. To her, Felicia’s absence during these critical moments was an unforgivable

in her life, bringing her moments of warmth

throat tightened. Facing Myra’s searing glare, she

abducted and held

at her apartment, Felicia reached the Walsh residence the moment she