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

Myra, burning with a fever,

to carry her on his back, gritting

didn’t know 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

Myra’s head. His fading consciousness caught sight of light beams from flashlights cutting through the darkness. At the front, Sebastian was sprinting

They were saved

a smile before passing

creatures stirred to life in the darkness. The rustling of monkeys jumping on the trees

ride. They worked, but the

concerns. Polsonous snakes, pythons, and so on

with her

the danger of being alone in such a perilous environment at night, she

here. Would she sleepwalk? And it she did, would she instinctively fight back in a dangerous situation or

at how unbothered she

where Stephan was at right now.

head, she cleared her mind of wandering thoughts and focused on the path ahead. A pile of leaves might hilde a deadly swamp, and one wrong step could