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.

days, she had 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

completely fed up with

exactly as

help but feel a pang of frustration. She had seen Felicia being taken away that night and assumed she

hadn’t done their job.

cursed inwardly, though her

had happened, Kayla had learned the art of patience. The stint in the clinic and that unsettling dream had

into Myra’s

would see

hiding the

thought with a cold smile, “Felicia, how about I gift you another four

Felicia stood by the curb,

up, Mike’s car rolled to a

you need a ride?”

hesitation, she

“Where to?” he asked.