Return of the Crowned Heiress

Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 567

Myra watched Felicia grow up, witnessing her transformation from resignation to hope, only to see all her hopes shatter in the end. They pierced her soul like countless sharp blades.

The deepest wounds were often inflicted by those closest to one.

Myra saw with her own eyes how Kayla, with her innocent and gentle facade, secretly orchestrated schemes. Beneath her seemingly innocent and pitiful exterior lurked a sinister expression eerily similar to that of Howell and Tabitha. She schemed repeatedly, sowed discord, and framed Felicia time after

In the end, she put on a falling–into–the–sea act and pinned all the blame on Felicia!

Myra watched helplessly as her past self slapped Felicia hard across the face, severed ties, and cast her out of the family.

In the end, with their tacit approval, Arnold sent Felicia to prison under the guise of seeking justice for Kayla. It was to punish Felicia, to make her pay the price she deserved.

And while all this was happening, Kayla hid in the shadows, laughing with delight.

Later, Felicia died, but Kayla emerged unscathed, claiming that she had been miraculously saved after falling into the sea. She pretended to have suffered amnesia and only recently regained her memory, allowing her to return home.

It was a flimsy excuse, yet that was all it took to convince everyone!

did anyone doubt her miraculous return. Instead, they celebrated, believing it was divine providence to regain what

once lost

she coughed up a mouthful

biological daughter’s years of suffering, all to protect the reputation of an imposter? To overlook Howell and Tabitha’s heinous deeds and even willingly pay

daughter’s cries for justice time and again, failing to see through the petty schemes of a con artist and ultimately becoming an accomplice

been to show such blatant favoritism and end

hatred ate

it, the more her heart twisted in pain. Waves of remorse washed over her, leaving her hands and feet icy

the warm glow of

worried yet hopeful voice echoed

Why are you crying? Tell me. I’ll take you to the

for a long time. A tear slid down the corner of her

Her body

if a plece had been carved out. It was hollow, aching, and filled

silent tears continued to fall, quickly dampening the pillow

saw her past life