Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia) novel Chapter 6

Dexter was well known in high society as a man who doted on his wife. He supported all of Myra's decisions without question, just like when she signed that check for 50 million earlier—he didn't say a word.

Since his biological daughter was about to be rightfully acknowledged as part of the family, there was no way he would object.

"Alright, I'll take care of it," he said.

The moment Dexter agreed, Kayla's face paled. She knew if she protested now, it would only irritate Myra and Dexter further, making it impossible to change anything.

However, once Felicia's true identity was revealed, Kayla's false status would be declared too. Everyone would know her real parents were nothing but lowlife scoundrels.

Clenching her fists tightly, Kayla cast a resentful glance at Felicia, her eyes filled with growing hatred. She figured that was why Felicia had pretended to want to leave. It was a door-in-the-face technique.

Sensing something, Felicia glanced back and caught a brief glimpse of the malice in Kayla's eyes. It quickly disappeared, replaced by her usual innocent smile.

"Isn't this wonderful, Felicia? We'll be a family from now on!" Kayla said.

Felicia shot her a small smile. "Yes, wonderful."

"The squeaky wheel gets the grease," Felicia thought to herself. It was a tactic she had learned from Kayla.

In her previous life, Felicia had kept her head down, not competing for anything, desperately craving even a sliver of attention from her parents. In the end, she was accepted back into the Fuller family but only as their adopted daughter.

This time, though, she had used a different approach. By taking a step back to gain the upper hand and shedding a few well-timed tears, she managed to claim a fair outcome that should have been hers all along. Was she beating the devil as his own game?

Felicia yawned. "I'm tired."

It was getting late after all the drama, and Myra quickly agreed. "Oh my, it's almost midnight! Come, Licia, let's go upstairs and see your room."

Dexter, still smiling warmly, led the way himself.

When they reached the second floor, Myra expected Dexter to have picked out one of the guest rooms with good lighting and a nice view for Felicia. Instead, he stopped in front of Kayla's bedroom door.

The room had obviously been redecorated. All of Kayla's belongings had been moved out, and the furnishings were different.

Myra hesitated for a moment. "What is going on?"

"Mom, it was my idea," Kayla said, sticking out her tongue in a playful, mischievous way. "I've taken Felicia's place for so long, it's only right that I let her have the room now that she's back. As long as you don't kick me out, I don't mind where I sleep."

That one sentence practically melted Myra's heart.

"You silly child! We have plenty of rooms in this house. You don't need to make such a big sacrifice."