Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 605

Imogen rubbed her temples, “Go ahead. What is it?

The maid confessed, “Ms. Russell, when we changed Mr. Caleb’s clothes earlier, we noticed a fresh scratch on his skin. It was caused by a fingernail and seems to

have been made very recently!”

“What?” Imogen thought she had misheard. She instinctively responded, “How could you be so careless?”

“Ms. Russell, it wasn’t us! All of us have kept our nails trimmed short and smooth for Mr. Caleb. There’s no way we could have scratched him!” the maid defended.

“So, you’re saying…” Imogen froze, her mind racing. Apart from herself, the maids, and the nanny, only two other people had been near Caleb recently.

One was Archie, and the other was Johanna.

“Mr. Rosario didn’t hold the baby just now. Only Ms. Johanna lingered by the cradle,” the maid added cautiously.

As Imogen’s expression darkened, the maid braced herself. “Perhaps Ms. Johanna accidentally scratched Mr. Caleb while playing with him. Her nails might’ve been too long-”

“That’s enough!” Imogen’s voice cut through the room

The maid quickly soothed him with practiced ease until he drifted back to sleep.

The nanny, standing to the side, was tense.

Now, she understood why the maid had refrained from mentioning this earlier and Instead chose to report it privately. It was because Imogen wouldn’t believe them otherwise.

After all, one was her husband, and the other was her sister–in–law. They were too close for her to take the word of outsiders over them.

The maid remained silent.

After a long pause, Imogen closed her eyes. No one could tell if she believed the maid or not. She finally sighed. “From now on, keep a closer watch. Someone must stay by Mr. Caleb’s side at all times, okay?”

“Yes,” the maid replied.

Imogen slumped onto the bed. For a moment, she felt a chill running down her spine. Then, she remembered something and began rummaging through drawers. The maid hesitated “Ms. Russell, what are you looking for? Do you need help?”

Imogen didn’t answer. She opened one drawer after another, her hands carefully feeling around inside. Finally, in the third drawer, she found a small porcelain bottle. Inside were two pills.

These were the pills that Felicia had sent her not long ago. She said that if Imogen took them, her eyesight would return within two hours.

Imogen clenched the bottle tightly, then opened it and poured out the pills. Without any hesitation, she swallowed them.

The wait was agonizing. Two hours felt like an eterity.

Imogen leaned back against the headboard and, without realizing it, drifted off to sleep. When she woke, the first thing she heard was the sound of her baby crying. Imogen opened her eyes and froze.

What greeted her was her cozy room. Beside the bed stood a cradle. It rocked gently, and inside lay a tiny baby. Caleb, having just been fed, was happily babbling to

himself.

Imogen covered her mouth, overwhelmed by disbelief. Was this a dream? she could see! She could actually see!

She had been blind for 18 years and yeamed for the day her vision would be restored so that she could finally look at her child…

Imogen slapped a hand over her mouth. She was so overwhelmed that tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

The maid asked anxiously, “Ms. Russell, what’s wrong?”