Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

At the time, those words sounded quite harmless to Dexter. But thinking back, it was clear that every word Kayla said was meant to emphasize the difference in status between herself and Felicia. The bigger problem, however, was Dexter himself.

He was the one who gave Kayla the confidence to step on Felicia. He knowingly turned a blind eye, choosing to act oblivious. His bias was so extreme it bordered on absurdity.

Now, as he looked at the returned card, Dexter couldn’t help but feel it was all deserved.

He forced a strained smile and asked, “Sebastian, didn’t you talk to Felicia? Ask her to come take a look at your mother even it… Even if we have to offer to pay her as a doctor!”

The family was out of money, but they still had this last house as collateral they could use as payment.

Sebastian shook his head. “She won’t see us. Let’s think of another solution. Worst–case scenario, we transfer her to another hospital and see if they can help”

“That… That’s all we can do for now…” Dexter picked up his cutlery and said, “Let’s eat.”

The food wasn’t good. It was either too greasy or too salty, but neither of them commented on it. The dining table fell into silence, punctuated only by the occasional clinking sounds from the cutlery.

After dinner, Sebastian cleared the table while Dexter carried a basin of water to the bedroom. Be carefully wiped his wife’s face and adjusted her position on the bed.

“Wake up soon, darling. Look at you. You’ve lost so much weight. If this goes on any longer, I don’t know what I’ll do.” Dexter murmured softly, sighing repeatedly.

Focused on turning his wife over, he didn’t notice her fingers twitch twice before becoming still again.

It was a long dream, one that took her back to her past life. In her dream, Myra saw a woman giving birth. She stood frozen for a long time before realizing that the woman was herself–her younger self from 20 years ago.

Back then, she was still young, her eyes free of wrinkles. Even though her eldest son, Sebastian, was already in elementary school. She was well cared for, still the pampered daughter of the Walsh family and Dexter’s beloved wife.

The most difficult experience of her life had been giving birth.

One week before her due date, Myra had stubbornly attended a gathering with her friends, ignoring all

rest.

As the event ended, someone accidentally bumped into her stomach. Her water broke, and she went into labor right there.

In a flurry of chaos, people rushed her to the hospital. Dexter arrived shortly after in a panic.

The labor lasted several hours. The pain was excruciating, and by the end, Myra was tugging at Dexter’s hair in frustration, declaring that this would be her last child. She never wanted to go through this pain again!

Dexter hurriedly promised her.

Watching this scene unfold again in her dream, Myra couldn’t help but laugh.

At the time, she had felt nothing but satisfaction and sweetness. Now, seeing it all from a different perspective, she felt the same happiness. A few hours later, the sound of a baby’s cry echoed in the room.

On the delivery bed, Myra was utterly exhausted. Drowsiness overwhelmed her as she heard the doctor and nurses congratulating her. noveldrama

“Congratulations, Mrs. Fuller! It’s a baby girl! She looks just like you. Look at her beautiful features. She’ll grow up to be a stunning beauty!”

“Of course! My daughter will be the most beautiful of all!” she thought

Myra smiled, her lips curling up. She wanted to see her daughter, but exhaustion claimed her, and she fell into a deep sleep.

In her dream, Myra observed the scene as a third party. She leaned closer and indeed saw a delicate baby girl. Even as a newborn, her extraordinary beauty was evident.

“Licia…”

Myra’s eyes grow misty. She reached out, wanting to hold her daughter. But before her hand could make contact, the baby away.

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