Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 256

Felicia closed her laptop with a soft click, raising an eyebrow as she smirked. "Don't idolize me too much. It's all just survival skills."

Her tone was light, but the truth ran deeper. Growing up, Felicia had been like a sponge, absorbing everything she could get her hands on.

The books she'd read, the knowledge she'd gathered, the medical texts she'd pored over, and the hacking techniques she'd taught herself were things no one could ever take away from her. No matter what, they were hers to keep.

"Alright, it's time for me to check out some medical centers," she said, tossing her backpack over her shoulder.

It was the same backpack she had thrown aside in her rush to save Carmen not long ago. Thankfully, she had recovered it, herbs and all, after the chaos had settled.

Although Felicia had spent a good chunk of time helping Carmen get even, exposing the creep behind the photos and dealing with the others involved, she hadn't been slacking on other things. She still made time each day to work on her homemade medicines.

Once her latest batch was ready, Felicia set out to find a medical center that was willing to buy her goods. Making a bit of extra cash wouldn't hurt. After all, people like Stephan, who tossed money around like confetti, didn't come along every day.

She went from one medical center to another, only to face rejection after rejection.

Things took a turn for the worse when she ran into none other than Harvey after she was thrown out of one medical center.

With a smug smirk, Harvey let out a derisive snort and taunted, "Felicia, if Harmony Medical Center won't take you, do you really think anyone else in this city will? Let me make this crystal clear—anyone who buys your medicine is declaring war on Harmony Medical Center and, by extension, on me."

Felicia had started to doubt herself, wondering why every medical center in town was slamming the door in her face, even when her medicine was of such high quality. Now, the answer was glaringly obvious—someone had been sabotaging her reputation from behind the scenes.

Calmly slipping her medicine back into her bag, Felicia shot Harvey a cool, measured look. "I just hope there never comes a day when you need my help."

Harvey laughed so hard he nearly doubled over, pointing at her with mockery in his eyes. "Me? Needing your help? That's the funniest thing I've heard all day!"

"Alright then," Harvey sneered as he straightened up, his tone dripping with arrogance. "Let me put it on record—if I ever stoop so low as to need help from you, I'd rather end myself right then and there! If there ever comes such a day, then I'm done living!"

His final wish was to see her one last time.

Felicia paused for a moment before agreeing. She hailed a cab and made her way to the Walsh residence.

When she arrived, a member of Noah's family came out to meet her. They glanced around nervously and whispered, "Thank goodness Harvey isn't home today. If he were, I wouldn't have dared let you in."

The family member gestured toward the house and added, "Felicia, Mr. Walsh Senior is inside. Please go and see him."

The situation was almost laughable. With Clive bedridden, Harvey quickly took over the position of the Walsh family's patriarch, leaving Noah's family, who had never been favored, to tend to the ailing Clive.

But that was the Walsh family's mess, and Felicia wasn't interested at all.

When she stepped into the room and saw the frail, skeletal figure lying on the bed, she froze. For a few moments, she didn't even recognize him. It was only after several seconds that realization dawned. She stepped forward, her expression unreadable.