The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 492:

A wave of unease crashed over her, chilling her to the core. Her stomach knotted, an inexplicable sense of foreboding settling deep in her bones.

“Miss Burgess?” Chelsea’s sharp tone cut through the fog in Leah’s mind.

“If you are feeling tired, you can rest in the lounge.”

Leah jolted back to the present, her breath catching in her throat. Quickly, she forced a pleasant smile.

“No. I am fine.” Taking a steadying breath, she hurried to catch up.

Ahead, Meg held Corrine’s hand, their easy closeness reminiscent of a mother and daughter.

Leah trailed behind, her gaze darkening with a mix of envy and frustration.

“I heard there is an orchard on the hillside. Would you like to check it out?” Meg asked, her voice warm.

without hesitation, their enthusiasm clear. Leah, unwilling to be left behind, quickly chimed

it.

an unforgiving terrain of uneven ground and scattered rocks, and with each stride, her heels sank into the

gritted her teeth, struggling to maintain her composure. Then, inevitability struck. Her ankle wobbled. Gravity took over. With a

over Leah sprawled in the dirt. A faint furrow appeared

????????

why don’t you wait for us at the foot of the

darted to Corrine, who stood beside Meg. Biting the inside of her cheek, she forced

will wait

an hour later, the group returned, their arms

their wake, lighthearted and content. But as they neared the entrance,

No wonder

words sliced through the air, sharp

Beside her, the director’s