Return of the Crowned Heiress

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Myra wanted to cling to every last hope.

Felicia returned to the room. Dexter was still lying on the bed, his limbs restrained with ropes.

It was Myra who had tied him up.

Ever since Dexter lost his mind, he would wander off and repeatedly tear at his wounds. Left with no other choice, Myra had resorted to tying his hands and feet to prevent further harm.

It was a desperate measure.

Felicia sterilized the needles and began inserting them into the acupoints on Dexter’s head. Her fingers pinched the end of each needle, gently twisting it as she inserted it.

Halfway through the process, Dexter shouted before struggling violently. His hoarse voice was like the roar of a trapped beast.

Myra’s heart skipped a beat as the sound sent shivers down her spine. She instinctively stepped forward to intervene. “He’s reacting this way because it hurts, right? Did you do something wrong? Should we stop for now or maybe try a different method?”

Felicia found it strange as well. It wasn’t that her acupuncture technique was flawed but rather that Dexter’s condition didn’t seem to stem from a mental shock as she had suspected. Instead, it felt more like he was trapped in a nightmare…

resisting her treatment. If that were the case, then Dexter would

the needles and

listened closely, but Felicia’s words went over her head. She only caught the gist of it. “So, you’re saying your dad is currently trapped in a nightmare?

“dad”

baffled. “Doesn’t that mean he

it’s nothing to worry about.” Felicia added, “From what I’ve observed, he’ll likely return to normal within two weeks. It could happen in a

K

“How?” Myra was perplexed.

could talk to him, show him something meaningful, or bring someone he knows to see him. Anything that can evoke a strong reaction might help.”

hummed.

sighed. That didn’t sound

Dexter over the past two weeks. She would even bring up their younger days.

hands and said coolly, “The consultation is over. Since I can’t cure him, there’s no need to pay

appeared out of nowhere. He gestured to the door,

But in the end, she said nothing. She stood frozen, watching Felicia’s retreating figure in

the light was playing tricks on her. But for a moment, the figure walking away blurred and overlapped with the black–clad figure who had saved her and Dexter that fateful

a hat. It had been