Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 682

Scarlet’s expression was conflicted as she posed a impotenical question. “Moss, have you thought about this? If it had been you under contre jest now and you were the one who stabbed Imegen or caused her death in some other way then you’lle the killer,”

If Felicia had been the one to deliver the fatal bow–whether directly or indirectly–the result would have been the same. She would bear the guilt, and her relationship with Stephan would have been irreparably damaged

In

Felicia remained silent, but she understood this all too well. This was exactly why she had protected Maurice. She had no personal connection to him, he did she care whether he livedor died. But this time, Maurice ended up in this state because of her, and she couldn’t simply turn her back on that.

The burden of wing someone a favor was always heavy.

What made it worse was that Maurice’s condition was worsening. The carefree smile ally wore was gone, replaced by a look of excruciating pain

He clutched his chest with one hand, the other forming a tight fist. His grip was so strong that his nails dug into his palm, drawing blood that seeped through his fingers and dripped onto the ground it was a disturbing sight.

happening to him?” Scarlet

fingers on Maurice’s wrist, her expression shifting with concern. This is bad

when the venomous creature itself felt threatened or was close to death. In such cases, the other connected venomous matte would lash our

to bear this burden for her, the person lying on the

sound of

tensed and raised her guard, her eyes lived warily on

were Maurice’s men. Felicia recognized them from

late. They had originally been following Maurice but lost him due to his incredible speed. After considerable effort, they finally found the correct path, only to realize they

happening

to his feet, but Maurice was in so much pain that his body reacted an instinct. Without recognizing anyone, he threw a heavy

hat, tried to call our to Maurice, hoping to bring him back to his

not recognize any of them. He was blind to friend or toe. The unbearable pain seemed to devout him from the inside, radiating from his heart to every nerve in his body. His bloodshot eyes and ashen face betrayed the torment

to intervene. “Don’t touch him! Step