Return of the Crowned Heiress

Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 565

The woman looked around, her shifty eyes filled with panic

“Hey! What are you doing? Pat my daughter down! Give my daughter back to mel”

Myra’s heart was gripped by an uncontrollabile panic as she screamed and lunged forward.

But this was only a dream, a replay of events like an old movie. She couldn’t do anything except watch helplessly as everything unfolded.

No one could see her nor hear the heartbroken cries of a mother.

Myra could only stand there, powerless, as her daughter–whom she had birthed through immense pain and effort was taken away right before her eyes. She watched as her baby girl was switched with another a thin, tan, and frail infant.

“Both of them bear the Fuller last name, Why should my daughter be born with such a lowly late while someone else’s daughter is destined to be the heiress of the richest family in Khogend, born with a silver spoon in her mouth?” the man said.

“They’re rich, aren’t they? I heard they’re the wealthiest couple in Khogend! With that much money, they’ll surely raise my daughter well. As repayment, I’ll make sure to raise their little princess,” the woman responded.

“Don’t worry, dear. No one will find out.”

we’ll sell her off for a few thousand bucks to be some man’s bride. Why does

arrogance, echoed in Myra’s

these words, Myra felt her mind being

wasn’t an accident. There was no mistake. From the very beginning, it had all

front of her. They were the

wasn’t acquainted with then, nor had she ever interacted with them. Yet, in their eyes, her

was a newborn child, not a commodity or a toy! But to them, her

worse than animals! You vile monsters! Give my daughter back! Give her back to

her

anguish reaching a breaking

this dream, neither she nor Dexter realized their daughter had been switched. She recalled the compliments she had overheard after waking up, jokingly recounting them to Dexter at the time. “I heard the nurse say our daughter was beautiful when I gave birth. But look at this little monkey.

daughter is adorable!” Dexter had retorted, “Her eyebrows and eyes look like mine, her mouth like yours. Just wait until

baby in the cradle, speaking softly, “Isn’t that right? You’re daddy’s little

“She’s not your daughter! She’s not! She’s a heartless ingrate, just like her biological parents! No matter how much you love and cherish her, she’ll repay you

no matter how loudly she shouted, this was only a replay

years ago was laid bare before