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.

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

now? Myra was completely fed

exactly as

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

her clearly hadn’t done their

inwardly, though her

the clinic and that unsettling

her way into Myra’s and Dexter’s good graces, replacing every trace of affection Felicia

see to it that

slightly, hiding the

a cold smile, “Felicia, how about I gift you another four years behind bars?

the Walsh residence, Felicia stood by the curb,

pull up, Mike’s car rolled to a

you need a ride?”

hesitation, she

“Where to?” he asked.