Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 345

People couldn’t just reap benefits from others without bearing the associated risks. Besides, it wasn’t hard to connect the dots–Maurice was the one who orchestrated her kidnapping.

And speaking of Maurice, wasn’t he widely known as Stephan’s archenemy?

Felicia paused, weighing her options. Despite everything, she decided to give Stephan a subtle warning.

“That day…”

Just as she was about to explain, a faint noise came through from Stephan’s side.

That soft, syrupy voice from earlier–the one that had answered her call previously–spoke again.

“Stephan, dinner’s ready.” Johanna gently pushed open the door. After she finished speaking, na mock she feigned surprise at seeing Stephan on the phone and quickly covered her mouth apology. Then, she tiptoed back out, closing the door quietly behind her.

Stephan barely spared the doorway a glance, but the icy sharpness in his eyes was unmistakable.

Felicia couldn’t see what was going on, but being interrupted like that made her lose any

inclination to continue the conversation.

I still have to

waiting for a response.

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of his nose, exhaling slowly. Rising from the

her face pale and gaunt. Her once soft

ceiling her hands gently cradling her stomach. She let out a soft sigh of relief only when she felt the reassuring curve of her baby

set up a table full of food, her voice gentle and coaxirig. “Imogen, don’t cry anymore. The baby’s safe, and that’s all that matters. You need to focus on resting and keeping

can I not think about

reddened eyes brimmed with tears. “I was nearly driven to a miscarriage by my brother. How can I face Archie if something happens

mention of Imogen’s late

a smile, doing her best to offer

way since you were admitted. He’s barely left the hospital and has been handling company affairs

flitted to the door, where a tall figure loomed silently. Pretending not to

mad? He was, after all, her only remaining

lifted the lid of a simmering pot. A fragrant aroma wafted

I made some chicken noodle soup just for you. It smells amazing! Do you want me to feed

blind, but I’m not paralyzed,” Imogen replied, taking the

you enjoy it, then. I’ll