Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 445

The moment Dexter woke up, all her secrets would be exposed. When that happened, Kayla knew there was no way the Fuller couple would let her stay in the family.

Her heart raced wildly, her panic palpable. She didn’t even hear Myra calling her name until they were back in the hospital ward. Dexter was wheeled in and placed on the bed now that he was stable.

Should she just kill him?

The thought raged in Kayla’s mind, growing more insistent with every passing second. Her hands twitched, and she almost gave in to the urge that clawed at her from the inside.

However, Myra’s presence was like a wall. It was impossible to scale or break.

There wasn’t even a plausible excuse to get her out of the room.

Kayla’s panic mounted. Her chest tightened as regret and frustration churned within her. What had she been thinking earlier?

In that split second of rashness, she exposed the map and risked herself. Now, she was trapped and caught between two disastrous outcomes with no other option. While Kayla spiraled in her frantic thoughts, a faint movement from the hospital bed snapped her attention back.

Dexter stirred, his fingers twitching before his eyes slowly fluttered open.

“Darling, you’re finally awake! How do you feel? Does anything hurt?” Myra’s voice brimmed with relief as she grasped Dexter’s hand tightly.

His vacant eyes

matter how many times she called his name,

growing sense of unease. Without hesitation, she called for the doctor, but the results only shattered

and the recent

doctor finished his sentence, Myra staggered, nearly collapsing under

happen? How was this even

it as she said, “Doctor, please! Do something! Whatever it takes–medications, surgeries, even the most expensive equipment… I

not a matter of money. Given your husband’s condition, there’s… no

Myra was speechless.

no

her like

the hospital

and vacant. He was even grinning foolishly as drool dripped down

incoherently, and his words were

didn’t know how to

the harsh reality. She thought to herself, “It’s okay. It doesn’t matter.

she took a few tissues and gently wiped the drool from Dexter’s chin. Her movements and expression were

watched the scene unfold,