Return of the Crowned Heiress

“I made it all up. I lied.” Kayla sobbed. Her voice trembled as she begged for mercy, “Felicia, I won’t do it ever again, please let me go…”

“Did you hear that, Mrs. Fuller?”

Felicia’s gaze remained fixed on Myra until the latter timidly nodded. Only then did Felicia release Kayla with a look of disdain.

Then, she turned to Eugene and commanded, “Take me to college.

Eugene was too afraid to disobey and immediately turned the car around to drop her off at the campus gate.

As Felicia stepped out of the car, she felt a sense of deep satisfaction. Her mood was lifted, and nothing seemed to bother her anymore.

Back in the car, it took Kayla some time to lift her head. Her face was swollen on both sides and burned painfully. Several lumps had formed on her forehead from being banged against the door and were barely touchable.

“Mom…” Kayla whimpered miserably. There was a pitiful look on her tear–streaked face as her voice

trembled with sobs.

But instead of immediately hugging and comforting her, Myra snapped with a frown, “Stop crying. Felicia was wrong to hit you so hard, but you were wrong to falsely accuse her too.”

Myra’s words made it clear that the matter was to be dropped, and she wasn’t going to take sides

Kayla knew she was at fault and sniffled, but the hatred in her eyes flared.

In the past, both Dexter and Myra would have unconditionally taken her side, but things were now different

Felicia had caught Matthew’s eye and Dexter’s project had hit a snag, so the Fuller family must get Felicia to marry Arnold. Their marriage was a leverage to obtain evidence from Matthew and save the Fuller family from crisis.

Felicia’s status had risen with her importance, but what about Kayla?

The position of the lady of the Lawsons, which Kayla had long coveted, was slipping away. Even her place as the Fullers‘ treasured daughter was on shaky grounds. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Kayla lifted her head and caught her reflection in the car window. Her hair was a mess, while her cheeks were swollen and red. Blemishes had appeared on her carefully altered face.

Even her surgically altered nose looked slightly crooked.

She screamed and immediately covered her face with both hands. “Mom, I need to go to the beauty salon right now!”

Before heading to the beauty salon to get her face fixed, Kayla remembered to take a few photos from the right angles.

Her face was covered with visible slap marks, her forehead was swollen, and her eyes brimmed with tears. It was a perfect photo of vulnerability.

It was the kind of photo that would easily trigger protective instincts. She sent the photos in satisfaction.

Arnold called within seconds. His voice seethed with anger. “Did Felicia do this to you?”

Kayla hummed and sniffed. Her voice was still tinged with a sob. “Arnie, now that you’re about to get engaged to Felicia, I wish you both happiness. And… let’s not meet again.”

With that, Kayla hung up and immediately turned off her phone. She planned to avoid Arnold entirely for the next two weeks, at least until her face had fully healed.

She would leave him to confront Felicia. Even if nothing came out of it, it would irk Felicia at the very least. She was sure that the two would grow to despise each other the more they clashed.

Kayla’s lips curled into a triumphant smile as she dialed Talia’s number.

“Kayla, weren’t you saying that Felicia is going to take over the Walsh family and the medical center as Grandpa’s heir? I thought about it, and why don’t we work together?”