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.

frustration had already reached a boiling point with Felicia missing during Clive’s funeral. It was easy enough to keep

now? Myra was completely fed up

was exactly as

frustration. She had seen Felicia being taken away that night and assumed she

clearly hadn’t done their job.

cursed inwardly, though

clinic and that unsettling dream had changed her she wouldn’t make

she would wait. Slowly and carefully, she would worm her way into Myra’s and

would see

the glint of ambition

gift you another four years behind bars?

residence, Felicia stood by the

car

you need a

a moment’s hesitation, she

“Where to?” he asked.