Return of the Crowned Heiress

Imogen muttered to herself and then smiled. “I misspoke. How could a child of the Russell family have such a father? He doesn’t deserve to be your father

the instructing the maids not to leave the child unattended for even a moment, Imogen changed her clothes and quietly lett the room, heading toward another bulding A corridor bridge connected the two villas, making it a convenient walk.

Imogen, familar with the layout, went straight up to the third floor, where Stephan’s room was located.

At the moment, two rows of guards stood at the door, their expressions tense and solemn. The entire corridor was filled with the distinct smell of disinfectant and medicine

Upon hearing the sound of footsteps, Stanley looked up and, seeing Imogen, humed to meet her. “Ms. Russell, why are you here? Mr. Russell is still undergoing emergency treatment. The situation isn’t good. You should go back—”.

“Take me to see him,” Imogen cut Stanley off before he could finish, her tone commanding and leaving no room for argument.

Stanley, having been immersed in his acting in the past few days, remained committed to his role. His voice broke slightly as he said, “Miss, Mr. Russell’s current state is unsightly. I can’t even bring myself to look. You really shouldn’t see him.”

Imogen was left speechless by his acting skills.

at Stanley, bypassed him, and placed her finger on the fingerprint scanner, unlocking the tightly

including Stanley, watched in shock. How did she manage to unlock it so effortlessly? Before they could react, she had already pushed the door open and

you can’t

getting out of hand, but

that, Imogen entered the room without

critically poisoned, dying brother. He was currently holding Felicia’s hand, swaying it back and forth as if he

speechless once more. So much for

Felicia, visibly annoyed by Stephan’s persistence, was about to shake him off when she

tell at a glance. Imogen’s eyes were n vision had recovered. She

little surprised. Did Imogen take

clearer than before, with a sharp focus that was previously absent. This meant

slouched on the lounge chair, his legs crossed casually. He remained silent. After all, he was supposed to be playing the role of a dying man lying in bed. But before he could maintain the act for even a few

He winced in pain, momentarily