Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 517

The worst pain was knowing you could never make up for your mistakes,

Dexter remained silent for a moment, his eyes resklening as he said, “It’s not just you. I’m to blame too. As her father, I’ve also let her down.”

Felicia was already far away by then, out of earshot. Even it she had heard, it wouldn’t have moved her in the slightest.

Myra cried uncontrollably, het sobs wracking her body mutil she was gasping for air. After finally calming down, her fever flared up, causing her body to be burning het.

It was a bad sign

Dexter immediately recalled how she had drunk water from the leaves of the trees out of desperation carller. That water could have been contaminated with bacteria or parasites

“Let’s go We need to get out of here right now. If we can’t reach the outside world soon…” He didn’t finish the thought before pulling Myra along as they

They followed the path Felicia had pointed out, clinging to the food and water she had left them. It would have to last. According to Felicia, Sebastian was already on his way. It they kept moving, they’d eventually meet him and be rescued

there, Myra, burning with

carry her on his

how much time had passed. The sky darkened, and the rainforest fell into darkness. Soon, he couldn’t even see the path ahead. Before he lost all sense of direction, Dexter’s strength gave out first, and he fell to the

sight of light beams from flashlights cutting through the darkness. At the front, Sebastian was sprinting

They were saved

managed a smile

monkeys jumping on the trees and the soft movement animals

herbs she brought with her were enough for her to prepare several mosquito–repellent sachets during her helicopter ride. They worked, but the sheer number of insects meant their effectiveness was limited. Standing still for too long would practically guarantee

concerns. Polsonous snakes, pythons, and so

pressed on with her flashlight in

perilous environment at night, she didn’t feel scared. Instead,

she’d hear that bronze bell again if she fell asleep here. Would she sleepwalk? And it she did, would she instinctively

her chuckle at

at right now.

the path ahead. A pile of leaves might hilde