Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 257

Clive struggled to open his eyes. When he saw Felicia, he gave her a slight smile. "Licia, you're here? Good, good... Seeing you one last time brings me peace."

For once, Felicia felt a rare hint of guilt.

She had been aware that Clive had collapsed and suffered an injury, but she had not paid him a single visit. She was always finding excuses to avoid stepping foot in the Walsh residence.

She told herself it was because Harvey was there and would never let her enter. But the truth was, she simply didn't want to go.

Stepping closer, she called softly, "Grandpa..."

No matter what, she couldn't forget how just a few months ago, Kayla had stirred up trouble by inciting Melvin to act against her, which led to Lance taking advantage of the chaos to kidnap her.

Once Clive heard about it, he stood up for Felicia without hesitation, even at the risk of offending the Chavezes. That act of kindness had always stayed with her.

"Such a good girl," Clive murmured, patting Felicia's hand before shakily reaching under his pillow to pull something out. He handed it to her. "Licia, this is the last thing I can give you."

Felicia took it and immediately knew what it was. "Grandpa, is this... a needle case?"

"Yes, open it," said Clive.

She opened it and was stunned to find a set of golden needles inside. These golden needles were a treasured heirloom of the Walsh family.

She had heard that only the rightful heir of Harmony Medical Center was ever allowed to use them. And yet, Clive handed them to her, a mere outsider.

Clive let out a long sigh. "Licia, Harmony Medical Center has been my life's work. Once I'm gone, it'll fall to Harvey. But that grandson of mine is reckless and incompetent. He's going to ruin the reputation I've built."

Felicia remained silent. She understood now why he had called her here and given her such a priceless family heirloom. The old man wanted her to step in to keep Harmony Medical Center afloat and prevent its legacy from crumbling.

"Licia, to me, you're the best candidate to inherit the medical center. No one else compares. If only... If only you didn't bear the Fuller name," he lamented.

"You're mistaken," Felicia replied coldly. "I'm simply declining something I have no interest in. How is that ruthless?"

She stood up and pretended to brush the dust off her clothes. Her tone was as steady as ever, devoid of emotion. "Grandpa, get some rest. I'll be on my way."

Without giving him a chance to respond, Felicia strode out.

At the doorway, Jake's family had overheard the entire conversation. When they saw her, they exchanged glances before hesitantly trying to persuade her, "Felicia, Mr. Walsh Senior will treat you fairly. If you're willing to help keep the medical center running..."

"If I help manage the medical center, I'd be splitting Harvey's authority in half. That would clearly benefit your family, wouldn't it?" Felicia cut him off. Her words were as sharp as a knife.

Their expressions froze, leaving them speechless.

"Whether you fight over the inheritance or lose it, and how it gets divided, is your family's business," she stated with a straight face. "Don't use moral obligations to manipulate me."