Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

"Grandpa..."

Arnold could not accept it.

He'd spent his entire life living and training as a future heir.

Mike, on the other hand, only spent all his time taking care of his daughter. He did not understand why Mike was now in charge of the family.

Mike gave a sarcastic laugh. "I have no interest in taking over this broken family!"

"You have to!"

Mr. Lawson Senior dropped the bait. "Aren't you looking for Sandra's mother? You'll have all the resources you need if you take over the Lawson family. Wouldn't it be easier to find her then?" Mike kept quiet.

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He had no reason to turn the offer down, if only for the sake of his daughter, Sandra.

"Fine. I'll take over the family."

After hearing the answer Mr. Lawson Senior wanted, he nodded in satisfaction and finally could rest peacefully. He closed his eyes, smiling faintly.

The cardiac monitor beside the bed let out a sharp, piercing sound.

Finally, the line on the monitor went flat.

...

Felicia woke up in Stephan's arms on their way back.

Her body was heated and her thoughts were lost in the blaze. She grasped onto Stephan, whose body was cold compared to hers.

Right now, she wanted nothing more but to be cooled.

Her touch drove Stephan insane. He wanted to grab onto her hands but was afraid her bandaged wounds would be torn open.

He was very concerned about Felicia, while she didn't care much.

Stephan's face darkened, and his breathing became ragged.

Simon, who was driving, didn't

to look behind and stepped hard on the gas. The car sped up

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Simon quickly got down and opened the rear seat door. "Mr. Russell, we're here."

Stephan then brought Felicia upstairs.

Once they reached the bedroom, Felicia grew even more brazen, causing Stephan to grit his teeth.

"Felicia, do you even know who I am?"

He was worried that her aggressiveness could have led her to mistake him for someone else.

Felicia looked sad as she held Stephan's face, "Stephan! You're Stephan Russell! I'm not dumb. Why would I get it wrong..."

Finally, he was satisfied by her answer.

Felicia was about to cry. "I feel awful..."

Stephen's gaze darkened, his voice deep and steady. Despite Felicia's repeated pleas, he remained calm before finally asking her in a soothing tone, "Do you want me to help?" ,

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Felicia was so frustrated. She nodded. "Yes, please!" "Alright."

Stephan's voice was deep, "Don't regret it."

It was one sleepless night for both of them.

...

The next morning, Felicia opened her eyes and stared at the strange yet familiar ceiling. Her memories became clearer bit by bit as she blinked.

First, she had been taken to the Lawson residence, then she had to escape.

And later, Stephan had come to the rescue.

Last but not least... Those wild, entangled memories came flooding back, vivid and lingering.

Felicia turned her body slightly and felt sore.

Just as she was questioning her life choices, she heard a manly voice by her ear.

"You're awake?"