Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 341

The Walsh residence was draped in somber white.

Felicia had barely set foot inside the threshold when a ceramic cup came hurtling at her. She stepped aside, letting it shatter on the ground.

The culprit was Myra. Dressed in a stark black mourning outfit adorned with a white flower, Myra's face twisted with fury. Her eyes bore into Felicia with a venomous intensity.

"What are you doing here? Get out!"

Without hesitation, she grabbed a nearby ashtray and hurled it at Felicia.

Felicia ducked again, narrowly avoiding the hefty object that crashed onto the marble floor. She could feel the weight of Myra's rage. If that ashtray had struck her, it could've cracked her skull.

A shadow flickered across Felicia's face, her patience waning.

She had come to pay her respects—nothing more. If not for her desire to honor Clive one last time, she wouldn't have bothered stepping foot into this house.

Taking a steadying breath, Felicia said calmly, "I just want to pay my last respects to Grandpa and leave."

But this only seemed to stoke Myra's fury. Her voice rose to a near scream as she unleashed a torrent of words.

"Pay your respects? Now? Spare me your hypocritical act! If you cared about him at all, you would've come the day he passed! Or at least the day he was buried! But you—oh no—you waited until now to show your face? Felicia, you're heartless! You're cold-blooded and a disgrace! How did I ever give birth to someone like you?"

Her chest heaved with the weight of her disappointment and anger.

Felicia glanced further inside, noticing that the mourning wasn't just for Clive. The atmosphere was heavy, with whispers among the guests. Their murmurs painted grim pictures.

"The Walsh family must've seriously offended someone. First, Harmony Medical Center was burned down. Then, Mr. Walsh Senior passed away. And now, they've found Harvey's body on the outskirts of town."

"Yeah, I heard it was from a helicopter. They say he 'fell'—but we all know what that means. Someone probably pushed him."

"And just like that, the third branch has risen to power. Harvey used to suppress them left and right, but look at them now—completely taking over."

"No kidding!"

"I should've never given birth to you! Get out! You're a stain on this family!"

At that moment, a maid walked by carrying a basin of water.

Myra snatched it without hesitation and flung the murky contents straight at Felicia.

Felicia braced herself, but just as the water was about to hit, a black umbrella snapped open in front of her, blocking most of the splash.

The man holding the umbrella tilted it away, letting the remaining water spill harmlessly onto the ground.

It was none other than Mike. He casually tossed the umbrella aside and turned to Felicia with a cheeky grin. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks," Felicia replied evenly, the corners of her lips lifting ever so slightly.

Without another word, she turned and walked away, her back straight and unyielding.