Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 622

What about it?

Imogen smiled sinisterly as she tightened her grip on the bloodstained knife. Step by step, she walked toward Johanna.

"I really hate it when people deceive me, so don't worry. Your Archie is already gone. Next, I'll send you to join him in hell. How about that?"

Johanna's first thought was that Imogen had lost her mind. She had completely lost it.

"Why did you kill Archie? You vicious woman! How could you be so heartless? How could you kill him?"

Johanna felt like she was losing grip on reality herself. She had watched helplessly as Archie died before her eyes, and she hadn't been able to do anything. The unbearable heartache and agony made her head spin with rage.

"I'll make you pay for this!" she screamed and, without thinking, lunged at Imogen.

The two women quickly got into a brawl. Amid their struggle, the bloodstained knife must have cut one of their arms as fresh blood dripped onto the floor.

Imogen dominated the fight. Or rather, the moment Johanna had crazily targeted Caleb, Imogen could no longer suppress her murderous intent. One should never underestimate a mother's strength in a battle!

Anyone who dared to target her child deserved no mercy! Soon, Imogen had Johanna pinned to the ground.

Without a weapon, Johanna was quickly losing energy, but she was still furious. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her mouth was wide open as she lunged at Imogen, hoping to rip her apart. The collision was so fast that Imogen staggered backward. She was caught off guard.

Johanna seized the opportunity and bit into Imogen's calf.

However, before she could sink her teeth in further, a few of Imogen's subordinates rushed in, kicking Johanna hard and sending her flying a few yards away. She coughed up blood as she crashed to the ground.

Stanley helped Imogen up and asked, "Ms. Russell, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Imogen shook her head.

She had known this day would come, so she had already made arrangements. The maids had been sent away and were all stationed outside the nursery, watching over little Caleb.

The little one was very well-behaved. He was still asleep, looking sweet and innocent, unaware of the chaos happening outside.

Imogen waved her hand, dismissing all the maids from the room.

Once they left, her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the floor, covering her face with her hands. Tears trickled through her fingers.

Imogen didn't make a sound, quietly crying for a long while.

After some time, she looked at Caleb in the cradle, her voice hoarse as she choked, "Caleb, I think I'm a bad woman and a bad mother…"

Caleb was still sleeping soundly, his breathing even. His cute little face was soft and beautiful. He was clean and pure, in his most innocent form.