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.

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 that flame

now? Myra was completely fed up with

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

clearly hadn’t done their job.

inwardly, though her face

happened, Kayla had learned the art of patience. The stint in the clinic

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

would see to it that Fellela

slightly, hiding the glint of ambition in her

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

Felicia stood by the curb, waving down

Mike’s car rolled to a

need a ride?”

moment’s hesitation,

“Where to?” he asked.