Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 176

After treating Stephan's wounds, Felicia breathed a breath of relief. Looking up, she noticed he was watching her with a sharp, probing gaze.

She flashed a bright smile. "The wounds are taken care of. Now I can rest easy."

With that, she passed out.

After enduring a full day and night of suffering, falling into cold water, and being tossed around all night, it was no wonder she collapsed from exhaustion.

The moment she fainted, he caught her, feeling her body burn with a fever despite her shaking from the cold.

"Faster, take her to the nearest hospital!" he ordered coldly.

"Yes, Mr. Russell!"

The nearest hospital was in a small county, and it was the first time a helicopter had landed on its helipad. The sight shocked everyone in the hospital, stirring up much speculation about the arrival of some important figure.

"Quick, there's a patient! Get the stretcher!"

...

When Felicia woke up again, she smelled the faint scent of disinfectant. Opening her eyes, she saw a white ceiling and a row of IV bags.

She was in the hospital.

Thinking back, she realized that after she passed out, Stephan wouldn't have just let her die, and the helicopter's quick arrival made it easy to reach the hospital.

She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep...

She tried to move, but she felt sore and weak. She managed to sit up in bed, preparing to get out.

It was a private ward. She could see the full moon through the window, meaning she must have slept through the entire day.

Looking down, she saw that someone had changed her into fresh clothes and placed a new pair of slippers by the bed.

Could Stephan have arranged this?

After some time, she returned from the bathroom. She felt a little better and smiled at the nurse as she sat back in bed. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The nurse glanced at the half-full IV bag before leaving the room.

It was silent in the ward again.

Felicia turned on a small nightlight, and only then did she notice Stephan sitting quietly behind the curtains when she had first woken up.

Clearing her throat, she spoke up. "Mr. Russell, how's your wound?"

Although she had already bandaged it, some injections would still be necessary for safety.

Stephan walked over from the window, hands in his pockets. His clothes were spotless, and he was impeccably dressed in a high-end suit with handmade leather shoes, looking as clean and composed as ever.

There was no sign of injury, and he appeared just as dignified as before, making the previous night's dishevelment seem like a distant memory.