Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia) novel Chapter 3

The elegant and dignified Myra Walsh hugged Felicia tightly, tears streaming down her face as she called out to her daughter. For a moment, the entire square seemed to hold its breath.

Especially Lance and his lackeys, who had arrived a little too late. They all stood there in shock.

Rumors had been circulating for a while that the Fuller family, the wealthiest in Khogend, had sent out people to find their long-lost daughter. Apparently, that daughter was Felicia.

The lackeys gasped. One of them turned toward Lance and asked, "What do we do now, Mr. Thompson? Do we still grab her?"

Of course, they couldn't capture her anymore. Lance sneered coldly, but his leering gaze lingered on Felicia. "Let's see how this plays out. If she's really the Fuller family's daughter, this just got even more interesting. I don't care who she is—if I want her, she's mine."

With one last sneer, he said, "Let's go."

Quietly and unnoticed, Lance and his gang of lackeys slipped away.

Meanwhile, Myra continued to cry in the square, her eyes red and swollen. Despite being nearly 50, her face still appeared youthful, though now streaked with tears. She reached out, wanting to gently touch Felicia's face, but Felicia subtly avoided her.

In stark contrast to Myra's emotional outburst of heartache and joy, Felicia remained unnervingly calm. From start to finish, her face stayed blank, as if she were a bystander to the whole situation.

Myra's hand froze in midair, but she quickly reminded herself that Felicia still didn't know the full story. Wiping her tears, she hastily explained everything.

"Licia, I'm your mother, your real mother. I only recently found out that the daughter I fought so hard to bring into this world was switched at birth. The moment I learned the truth, I've been searching everywhere for you. And now, I've finally found you."

Myra's tears flowed again as she spoke, her red eyes filled with heartache and guilt. It was her true emotions as a mother.

Felicia didn't doubt the sincerity of Myra's feelings at that moment of time in her past life, and she didn't doubt it in her current life, either.

At that moment, Myra was genuinely her mother. Her heartache was real, and so was her guilt. However, Myra's favoritism and disdain that came later were real too.

Every time Myra had to choose between Felicia and Kayla, it was always Felicia who was cast aside. That happened very single time.

For example, in her previous life, after Kayla had faked her death by jumping into the sea, Myra had slapped her hard and said, "Felicia, the biggest regret of my life is bringing you back!"

Felicia closed her eyes briefly, her body trembling uncontrollably. Despite her vivid memories, she couldn't express her pain and grievances.

She slowly disentangled herself from Myra's embrace, her movements gentle but firm. "You've got the wrong person, lady."

"Licia…" Myra's face was filled with sorrow, but she quickly pulled herself together, forcing a smile through her tears. "It's okay, sweetheart. I understand you can't accept this right now. Blood is thicker than water, and I believe one day you'll recognize me."

Felicia stayed silent.

Myra, trying her best to appease her, said softly, "Licia, it's so late. Why don't you come home with me tonight? I'd feel much better knowing you weren't out here alone."