Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 326

The disfigured maid left the suite silently with her head bowed as if she was trying to vanish into the shadows. She avoided eye contact, unwilling to let anyone see the ruined features of her face.

What woman wouldn't care about her appearance?

Felicia could have made a scar-removal ointment to restore the maid's face. But the process would require rare ingredients and time—two things Felicia didn't have to spare.

Her only goal was to get out of the Glovers' place as fast as she could. Helping strangers wasn't exactly her thing.

After finishing her meal, Felicia sprawled on her plush bed, her mind turning to tomorrow's confrontation.

Once she administered the final treatment, Maurice's body would be free of the toxins. From that moment on, he'd walk like any other man and be free from his wheelchair.

But she knew all too well that Maurice wasn't the type to show gratitude. The moment his legs were healed, he'd dispose of her without hesitation and wouldn't let her walk out of Ablil alive.

So, the real question was, did she truly want to help this madman stand?

Felicia hugged the blanket. She rolled lazily onto her side, trying to find a comfortable position for a nap. Her mind replayed tomorrow's potential scenarios, but she remained blissfully unaware of the simmering hatred just outside her suite door.

The disfigured maid slowly lifted her head in the corridor, her scarred face contorting with a venomous glare. Her eyes burned with malice.

It had taken days of careful observation and eavesdropping, but Abbie finally pieced it all together. She now understood why Felicia had been spared his notorious cruelty, unlike anyone else brought into Maurice's grasp. Her medical skills gave her the leverage.

Abbie's lips twisted into a bitter smirk. But so what? She knew Maurice's patterns. Once the treatment was done, Felicia's fate was sealed. Maurice would never let her walk away alive.

Abbie would be there to witness it. She'd watch every moment.

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The next day, Felicia prepared for the final acupuncture session in the hot spring. Maurice sat in his wheelchair, his loyal men watching intently. Excitement buzzed in the air.

This was it. After today, Maurice would finally walk again, free from his wheelchair forever.

As Felicia began her work, she broke the silence with a question, "Are you feeling nervous, Mr. Glovers?"