Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 342

Mike glanced down at his now damp pants and shoes, shaking his head in mild annoyance. Without a word, he turned and walked after Felicia.

Inside the Walsh residence, Myra finally calmed down after throwing that basin of water. She replayed her words in her head and realized how harsh they had been.

Kayla stepped forward in perfect timing and gently supported Myra’s arm. Her gaze followed Felicia as she disappeared beyond the gates.

“Mom, why would Felicia be hanging out with Mr. Lawson?” Kayla’s tone was casual, her expression innocuous. “You know, he has a daughter. Felicia wouldn’t… I mean, she wouldn’t be thinking of becoming someone’s stepmom, would she?”

The words were seemingly innocent, but they hit nerve.

Myra’s expression darkened immediately. The thought was unacceptable to her. Any flicker regret she might have felt moments ago vanished completely, extinguished by Kayla’s planted seed of doubt.

With a voice full of disdain, Myra muttered, “Don’t bother with her. Let her do whatever she wants!”

“Okay…” Kayla nodded obediently, pressing her lips together like she had said too much. But inside, she was positively gleeful.

For days, she had been carefully dropping comments about Felicia in front of Myra, stoking her anger little by little. Myra’s frustration had already reached a boiling point with Felicia missing during Clive’s funeral. It was easy enough to keep that flame alive.

And now? Myra was completely fed up with Felicia.

It was exactly as Kayla wanted.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of frustration. She had seen Felicia being taken away that night and assumed she was as good as gone. But here Felicia was, alive and well.

Whoever took her clearly hadn’t done their job. Useless!

She cursed inwardly, though her face betrayed nothing.

After everything that had happened, Kayla had learned the art of patience. The stint in the clinic and that unsettling dream had changed her she wouldn’t make the same impulsive mistakes as before.

Now, she would wait. Slowly and carefully, she would worm her way into Myra’s and Dexter’s good graces, replacing every trace of affection Felicia once held.

When that day came, she would see to it that Fellela was ruined completely.

Kayla lowered her head slightly, hiding the glint of ambition in her eyes.

She thought with a cold smile, “Felicia, how about I gift you another four years behind bars? Just like in the past life.”

Outside the Walsh residence, Felicia stood by the curb, waving down a cab.

Before one could pull up, Mike’s car rolled to a stop beside her.

“Do you need a ride?” he asked.

After a moment’s hesitation, she got in.

“Where to?” he asked.

“I need to visit my grandfather’s grave. You know where it is, right?”

“Yeah.”

He glanced at her briefly as she buckled her seatbelt, then hit the gas.

The drive was quiet, and they arrived at the cemetery within half an hour. Felicia found Clive’s headstone without much trouble.

Mike, sensing she might want some privacy, lingered a few paces behind, leaning casually against a nearby tree.

But Felicia didn’t say a word. She knelt and muttered a prayer before rising to her feet.

“Let’s go,” she said simply.

“That’s it?” Mike asked, surprised but too polite to press further.

On the way back, he finally broke the silence. “Felicia, where were you the past week? You know, Stephan was practically losing his mind. He sent a small army looking for you and dragged me into it too. I’ve been running all over looking for you.”