Return of the Crowned Heiress

The amphere inside was heavy. Maurice’s trusted men all looked to be in despair. Two them wie trary–eyed and pacing around anxiously.

On the bed, Maurice lay with his eyes shut, his veins bulging on his forehead and his expression twisting in pain

Hia men were completely helpless, so they looked at Felicia as if she were their sador when she first stepped in, their pazes burning with hope.

Felicia sighed and waved a hand. “Leave the room. I’ll handle this.”

The men exchanged glances before leaving

Scarlet glanced around. There wasn’t much she could do here. Besides, they were about to set sail, and there was still much to prepare. Maurice’s men had prepared the ship, but things like her clothing and weapons were better handed personally

“Boss, I’ll park our things and grab a few supplies. Call me if you need anything, okay?” Scarlet hummed.

“Alright, go ahead. Be careful,” Felicia replied while retrieving her needle kit, preparing to treat Maurice.

Scarlet slipped away quietly.

stillness. Felicia spreadout the needle kit beside her and selected three needles. Just as she

met. For a brief moment, Felicia saw something flicker in Maurice’s

his sincerity, so he had ordered the cloaked man to suppress the

its toll on him, but Maurice would gradually regain consciousness

that moment had arrived.

“Do you still remember who you are,

Minked, then froce. He

staring at Felicia intensely as if

case. Without warning, she smacked him across the face. “Are you done staring? I’m charging

Felicia again, his expression was back to normal, though his voice remained hoarse. “Felicia, did you agree

was no good way to respond

long silence, Felicia sighed. “Weren’t you under control at the time?