Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 397

Felicia glanced at the scene from a distance before quickly looking away.

“Let’s go.”

“Huh? You’re leaving without even taking a proper look?”

The driver had just lit a cigarette, looking like he was enjoying himself, but he put it out. reluctantly and continued driving.

After settling the fare, she returned to her rental apartment. Without thinking, she reached for her phone to contact Carmen. When she opened their chat, she realized Carmen was no longer around.

Their conversation had ended last week,

Any messages sent from now on would go unanswered,

After Carmen’s death, Tom quickly took the money Felicia gave him and moved his family to start a better life.

The old unit across from here had been handed over to a real estate agent to be sold.

As Felicia headed upstairs, she ran into an agent who was showing the house to some people/ The front door was wide open, and voices could be heard from inside occasionally.

scanned the area, and

was actually a storage space turned into a makeshift bedroom with no door, just

there was a single bed

Felicia’s first time

old desk were several books, one at the bottom of which caught her eye. It had a different cover, and when she pulled it out,

thick and looked quite old. Many pages at the front had been torn out, but the entries resumed further

and stopped writing for a while, possibly because her parents or younger brother had read

the last six months, she had started writing again, recording her thoughts

flipped through the pages and was shocked to find that several of

dates indicated they were written just days before Carmen was

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in the journal that she couldn’t take

were short

a long entry

about to jump from the rooftop but was saved

after the rest of the family had fallen asleep, Carmen wrote down her feelings at that old little desk in the small, dimly

surrounded by cold, contemptuous gazes, felt like a cornered rat,

I stood on the rooftop, I felt the free wind and imagined myself flying away, so I decided to jump. But I never expected someone to rush in,

day, her movement so dangerous–her arm scraped by the rough concrete edge of the