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 dry my hair, so I’ll hang up

a response. She plugged in

ΟΠ.

pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. Rising from the couch, he strode

ward, Imogen lay on the hospital bed, her face pale and gaunt. Her once soft features were sharp with exhaustion, her frailty

her stomach. She let out a soft sigh of relief only when she felt the

food, her voice gentle and coaxirig. “Imogen, don’t cry anymore. The baby’s safe,

not

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

mention of Imogen’s late

smile, doing her best to offer comforting

worth, Stephan has been by your side every step of the way since you were admitted. He’s barely

silently. Pretending

slightly. How could she stay mad? He was, after all, her only

the lid of a simmering pot.

noodle soup just for you. It smells amazing! Do you want

I’m not paralyzed,” Imogen

enjoy it, then.