Return of the Crowned Heiress

Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 550

Felicia couldn’t move at a

tetasit her feet had taken root or were nailed to the ground. She was able to budge in the slightest, Cold sweat broke out across her back in an instant. She tried to move her hand, but bet body refused to obec.

It was as though she had been thrown into a rapidly hardening pool of cement and sealed from head to lor, completely immobilized!

Why was this happening?

Pary surged in her chest as Felicia focused every ounce of her anareness on her right hand she tried to wist her wrist to pinch herself hard. The internal struggle felt like two opposing forces pulling him from either side.

Her body seemed to be telling her to give up, that struggling was futile. Yet her consciousness was cursing at her own body furiously.

At that moment, a young couple happened to pass by

The woman, noticing Felicia’s unusual state, approached kindly and asked, “Miss, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell? You look so pale. Do you need help?”

Felicia couldn’t respond. She couldn’t utter a word, nor could she blink her eas, which we now sore and bloodshot from being held open for so long

no reaction Without hesitation, she turned to

into the hospital like

stayed behind, offering Felicia

gaze remained unfocused, but she could feel the warmth and kindness anating from the woman. Her heart was touched, and her tightly

fent, distant sound reached her ears–the jingling of a bronze

sound was haunting,

seemed to form a singular, chilling phrase “Hill

being torn

so hard it felt like they might

Slowly, they rose into the air until

martactits age, the woman had been gently reassuring Felicia, telling

the ground as she was hoisted up by her neck,

seconds, the woman’s tace turned red from the lack of oxygen,

grew louder and more frequent in Felicia’s ears, clearer

mind was filled with an overwhelming surge of malice and bloodlust as if every

“No! Siop right now!

last shred of clarity in her mind, Fella bit down hard on her tongue, resulting in a sharp

as if enraged by