Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 319

"Hello?"

"It's me."

"Felicia? Are you okay? Where are you? Are you hurt?"

Hearing Felicia's voice, Carmen couldn't stop herself from firing off her questions, her voice shaking with emotion. Her eyes reddened as relief and worry washed over her.

These past days, she had done everything she could to find Felicia. However, she was alone, without resources or connections, and she didn't even know where Felicia had been taken.

With no leads or clues, finding her was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Carmen's guilt gnawed at her. She regretted leaving Felicia behind that day, fleeing when she should've stayed. Maybe they could have fought back together if she had stayed.

Felicia glanced at the clock. Time was tight. She spoke quickly, "I don't have long, Carmen. Don't worry about me—I'm fine.

"In three days, I'll be back. Listen, don't try to find me, and don't do anything reckless. I'll come back, I promise."

Outside the suite in Bamboo Court, footsteps echoed in the hallway.

Felicia's heart skipped. The brief disconnection from the network must've alerted the guards. They were coming to check.

With no time to spare, Felicia cut the call and swiftly deleted all traces of the activity using hacking software. Then, she threw the laptop into the bathtub, submerging it completely.

When the suite door opened, Felicia emerged from the bathroom holding the soaked, broken laptop.

"Oh, good timing!" she said innocently, looking at the guards. "I need a new one. This one fell in the tub while I was in the bathroom."

The guards exchanged glances.

Her expression was so casual and natural that there wasn't even a hint of suspicion.

One of them inspected the laptop. It was soaked and completely dead—no wonder the connection had dropped.

…

Meanwhile, in Seldvale, fresh buds had begun to sprout on the once-barren branches after several spring showers. In the courtyard of the Russell residence, clusters of forsythia bloomed brightly, bringing life to the surroundings.

Imogen plucked two flowers from a bush, holding them delicately in her hand.

Johanna leaned over to steady her and teased, "If you keep picking them, the garden will be bare, Imogen."

Imogen froze. Then, she let the flowers fall to the ground. With a wry smile, she muttered, "Well, what does it matter? I can't see them anyway."

Her world was shrouded in darkness. She couldn't see the flowers, the garden, or anything at all. Her only connection to the world was through touch, feeling her way through life.

Johanna instantly regretted her comment. "I'm sorry. That was thoughtless of me."

"It's alright," Imogen replied softly, shaking her head. "You didn't mean anything bad."