Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 317

Arnold had been so close to making her his that night.

However, Felicia had fought him with everything she had. She would rather stab herself with shards of glass than surrender, keeping her rationality despite the drugs in her system. Her determination to stay lucid, to guard herself like he was the enemy, had been unshakable.

And then, Stephan had taken her away.

At that moment, the jealousy inside Arnold erupted, consuming every ounce of his rationality.

Every cell in his body screamed, "Felicia belongs to me. She was always meant to be mine."

For the first time, Arnold faced his true feelings. He didn't just want Felicia. He needed her.

As Khogend grew smaller and smaller beneath him, fading into the horizon, Arnold's dark eyes burned with fierce determination.

One day, he would return. And when he did, he would reclaim everything that was his.

He thought, "Felicia, you won't escape me."

…

On Felicia's fourth day in Ablil, her acupuncture treatments on Maurice continued to work wonders.

Under her care, Maurice's progress was undeniable. He had gone from slight movements to being able to bend and straighten his legs.

His sense of pain and fatigue had also begun to return—he could feel discomfort when pinched and a dull ache after keeping his legs raised for too long.

For someone like Maurice, who had endured years of paralysis, this transformation was nothing short of miraculous.

At the edge of the hot bath, he watched Felicia with a faint smile, his eyes calm but focused.

"You've saved my life, Ms. Fuller," he said, his tone light but full of intent.

Felicia politely returned the smile, but deep in her heart, she was rolling her eyes and cursing him. "This psycho. He knows I'm his savior, and yet he's already planning to get rid of me once he doesn't need me anymore. Classic."

After lingering by the hot bath for a bit longer to check Maurice's pulse, Felicia declared herself satisfied and returned to her room at the Bamboo Court.

This man, a senior physician on Maurice's payroll, wasn't skilled enough to cure Maurice's paralysis, but he had a sharp eye for medical malpractice. If Felicia had tried anything suspicious during the treatments, he would catch it.

After checking Maurice's pulse and condition thoroughly, the senior physician, Caeser Phil, couldn't help but marvel.

"Mr. Glovers, Ms. Fuller is truly remarkable. The cold toxins in your body have plagued you for years, and countless experts have tried and failed to treat them. Even I, with all my experience, couldn't make progress... However, she removed more than half of the toxins in just four sessions. Her skill is extraordinary, especially for someone so young."

Maurice shot him a frosty glare. "Did I bring you here to sing her praises?"

Caeser chuckled awkwardly, quickly changing the subject. He moved on to inspect the water in the hot bath and the herbs Felicia had used, confirming there were no abnormalities.

"You can rest assured, Mr. Glovers. Everything is perfectly safe," he finally reported.

Maurice nodded faintly, his expression unreadable. "Good."