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.

way,

paid attention to, even if it had just been for a moment. She recalled the hospital map she had

right, and there’s an elevator that’ll take

the

her hands into the pockets of her white coat

t close.

expected, there w 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

her access card to open the door and was about to step

The footsteps grew closer.

back. Hermovements were composed as she stepped through the door, swapped her shoes for sterile ones, and let the

shut with a soft click, Stephan’s gaze lingered

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

luckily, she slipped by