Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 342

Mike glanced down at his now damp pants and shoes, shaking his head in mild annoyance. Without a word, he turned and walked after Felicia.

Inside the Walsh residence, Myra finally calmed down after throwing that basin of water. She replayed her words in her head and realized how harsh they had been.

Kayla stepped forward in perfect timing and gently supported Myra’s arm. Her gaze followed Felicia as she disappeared beyond the gates.

“Mom, why would Felicia be hanging out with Mr. Lawson?” Kayla’s tone was casual, her expression innocuous. “You know, he has a daughter. Felicia wouldn’t… I mean, she wouldn’t be thinking of becoming someone’s stepmom, would she?”

The words were seemingly innocent, but they hit nerve.

Myra’s expression darkened immediately. The thought was unacceptable to her. Any flicker regret she might have felt moments ago vanished completely, extinguished by Kayla’s planted seed of doubt.

With a voice full of disdain, Myra muttered, “Don’t bother with her. Let her do whatever she wants!”

“Okay…” Kayla nodded obediently, pressing her lips together like she had said too much. But inside, she was positively gleeful.

been carefully dropping comments about Felicia in front of Myra, stoking her anger little by little. Myra’s frustration had already reached a boiling point with Felicia missing during Clive’s funeral. It was easy enough to keep

completely fed up with

was exactly

a pang of frustration. She had seen Felicia being taken away that night and assumed she was as good as gone. But here Felicia was, alive and

clearly hadn’t done their job.

inwardly, though her

of patience. The stint in the clinic and that unsettling dream had changed her she wouldn’t make the same impulsive mistakes

wait. Slowly and carefully, she would worm her way into Myra’s and Dexter’s good graces, replacing

that day came, she would see to it that Fellela was

slightly, hiding the

I gift you another four years behind bars? Just like in

residence, Felicia stood by the curb,

one could pull up, Mike’s car rolled to a stop

a ride?” he

a moment’s hesitation, she

“Where to?” he asked.