Return of the Crowned Heiress

that stab

was far too vicious. It was just a hair’s breadth away from taking Imogen’s life.

No matter what the reason, i

it things had gone even slightly worse and Imogen hadn’t survived the surgery. Stephan shivered, not daring to let his mind go further down that thought.

He glanced down at his phone, the screen lighting up with a newly received message. After a quick glance, his tightly wound nerves relaxed slightly. He slid the phone back into his pocket.

Meanwhile, a cab slowly came to a halt outside the hospital, A slender figure handed over a couple of bills before stepping out of the car.

chin. Keeping a low

The young woman’s head was slightly bowed, the brim of her oversized hat casting a shadow over most of her face, revealing only a delicate ch profile, she walked straight into the hospital

Her eyes were gazing ahead, steady and purposeful as she moved like she knew the place well. When she passed by a doctor’s office, she casually grabbed a white lab coat and then removed her hat before slipping on a mask

It was Felicia.

was bustling with people. Along the way, a patient stopped her

anything she paid attention to, even if it had just been for a moment. She recalled the hospital map she had glanced at when entering and pointed the way without

there’s an elevator that’ll take you

the patient

slipping her hands into the pockets of her white

t close.

were the Russell family’s guards stationed at the ICU entrance. Other than hospital statt, no one could get cl Felicia glanced at her reflection in the

The guards gave her a cursory glance before resuming their upright, vigilant stance. Felicia swiped her access card to open the door and was about

The footsteps grew closer.

stepped through the door, swapped her shoes for sterile

a soft click, Stephan’s gaze lingered on her

heart raced, pounding in her chest. For a moment, she could feel that gaze–sharp, heavy, and oppressive–pinning her in place, making her breath hitch. She almost

she slipped by