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…

If that were

needles and concluded.

of it. “So, you’re saying your dad is currently trapped in a nightmare? And he can only wake up on his

word “dad” and muttered,

baffled. “Doesn’t that mean he has lost

way. But 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 day or two if things go well. You can try

K

“How?” Myra was perplexed.

something meaningful, or bring someone he knows to see him. Anything

hummed.

sound like

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

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

Kerry appeared out of nowhere. He gestured to the door, cutting off

she said nothing. She stood frozen, watching

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

been a young lady in a hat. It had been dark, with a lot of fighting and a bunch