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.

the area, and headed straight to Carmen’s

turned into a

was a single bed and an old desk–barely

Felicia’s first

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

pages at the front had been torn out, but

had torn out her previous entries and stopped writing for a while, possibly because her parents or younger brother had

last six months, she had

pages and was shocked to find that

they were written just days before Carmen

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wrote in the journal that she couldn’t take it anymore

were short and

a long entry spanning two

written the night she was about to jump from the rooftop but was

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

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

away, so I decided to jump. But I never expected someone to

was so strong that day, her movement so dangerous–her arm scraped by the rough concrete edge of the rooftop, blood oozing out–but she was smiling, out of breath, saying, ‘I’m glad I made it