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.”

stoke Myra’s fury. Her voice rose to a near scream as

torrent of words.

passed! Or at least the day he was buried! But you–oh no–you waited until now to show your face? Felicia, you’re heartless! You’re cold–blooded

heaved with the weight of her disappointment and

noticing that the mourning wasn’t just for Clive. The atmosphere

pictures.

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

the outskirts of town:”

heard it was from a helicopter. They say he ‘fell‘–but we all know what that means. Someone

used to suppress them left and

Chap 341

“No kidding!”

Harvey’s death had thrown the family

explosive rage at the mere sight of her suddenly made sense. To her, Felicia’s absence

complicated figure in her life, bringing her moments of warmth but also reminding her of the

throat tightened. Facing Myra’s searing glare,

I was abducted and held captive

fresh clothes at her apartment, Felicia reached the Walsh residence the