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.

walked in, scanned the area,

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

a pile of clutter, there was a single bed and an old

Felicia’s first time visiting Carmen’s

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

journal was thick and looked quite old. Many pages at the front had been torn out, but

for a while, possibly because her parents or

she had started writing again, recording her

was shocked to find that several of them were Carmen’s suicide

dates indicated they were written just days

Chap 397

rooftop, ready to jump. She repeatedly wrote in the journal that she couldn’t

were short

a long entry

night she was about to jump from the rooftop

Carmen wrote down her

rumors drowning me like a wave, surrounded by cold, contemptuous gazes, felt like a cornered rat, even

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

rough concrete edge of the rooftop, blood oozing out–but she was smiling, out