Return of the Crowned Heiress

Kayla and Talia quickly agreed on a plan.

Kayla’s idea seemed flawless, and Talia immediately sent someone to bring Roberta back from the sanatorium. Everything was set and ready.

But to their surprise, Felicia, who had never missed a weekend visit, didn’t show up that day.

Kayla stared at the glass of juice in front of her that was now half–filled with poison. The plan was simple. As soon as Felicia arrived, Roberta would bring her the juice. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

They had to make sure Felicia drank it no matter what, but now it seemed that she wasn’t

coming

Only a small portion of the poison remained in the bottle. Furious, Kayla shot up to her feet and yelled, “What did Grandpa say? Did he not call Felicia? Why isn’t she coming?”

Had their plan been exposed?

Talia slapped Roberta across the face in a fit of rage. “Speak! Did you warn Felicia?”

Roberta took the hit without fighting back. Her eyes were void of any light.

Kayla sneered. “Don’t worry, Talia. Just look at her; there’s no way she could have tipped off Felicia. She’s too heartbroken from losing her mother.”

“Serves her right!” Talia scoffed and grabbed Roberta by the hair to force Roberta to look at

her

“You should be grateful to me. If it weren’t for my mercy, she’d have died long ago. I spared her life and let you both live these extra years.”

Roberta remained silent though several strands of her hair were yanked out. She didn’t make a sound.

Though she was much alive, her soul had died. She was a puppet devoid of hope.

Talia snorted and released her grip. She found no satisfaction in tormenting someone who didn’t react. “Get out of my sight. Come back when I need you!”

Roberta moved sluggishly like a robot and dragged herself away

Kayla bit her lip and was deep in thought. She was unwilling to let this opportunity slip away. She asked Talia, “Have you found out where Felicia is? Why didn’t she come to the Walsh residence today?”

It was ironic. Not long ago, they both wished Felicia would never step foot in the Walsh residence again. Now that she wasn’t coming, they were restless and desperate.

Talia sent someone to ask and soon discovered that Clive had gone to the medical center early in the morning for a house call. Apparently, he had taken Felicia with him.

Talia was livid. She cursed, “That fool! Of all days for a house call, he had to choose today? And why did he drag Felicia with him? He could have gone alone!”

They wasted such a perfect opportunity.

Kayla shared her frustration. She reassured Talia, “There’s no need to rush. It’s still early, and for all we know, Grandpa might bring Felicia back for lunch. We’ll get our chance.”

In a minivan, Felicia glanced at Clive and asked, “Grandpa, is the patient we’re visiting today a tricky case? You’ve been frowning all this time.”

“It’s quite tricky. This patient traveled from another city. I treated him a while ago when I left Khogend. He was cured then, but now the illness has returned.”

Clive sighed. “In all my years of practicing medicine, this is the first time I’ve encountered such a strange condition.”

“What kind of condition is it?” Felicia asked.

“You’ll see when we get there.”

Soon, the car pulled up to a five–star hotel. Felicia followed Clive inside along with several other senior physicians and two assistants carrying medicine kits. They took the elevator straight to the top floor.

As they approached the presidential suite, the door was open, and a soft groan could be heard from inside.

Felicia paused before following Clive in.

A young man lay on the bed. He appeared wealthy but was masked as if to avoid being recognized, but those details weren’t the most important thing.

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