Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

Dexter sighed helplessly. "Darling, do we have to argue on New Year's?"

"You started it!"

"Alright, alright. It's my fault." He tugged at Myra's hand, saying, "How about this? Next month, I'll accompany you to the sanatorium to visit Kayla. How does that sound?"

"That's better!" Her expression softened, and she grudgingly accepted.

Dexter picked up his cup and smiled. "Great! Now we can eat. Come on, let's have a drink together. Cheers!"

Just as they were about to clink their glasses, there was a commotion outside, accompanied by the bodyguards' shouting.

"Who's out there? Come out!"

Dexter and Myra exchanged glances and put down their fork before asking, "What's going on? What's with all the noise?"

A bodyguard soon ran in and reported, "Mr. Russell, Mrs. Russel, we caught someone just now. That person tried to sneak into the villa while we were changing shifts, but we stopped them!" "Who would be so bold?" Dexter frowned, clearly irritated.

The bodyguard explained, "The person kept their face covered so we couldn't see their appearance. We're asking why she sneaked in, but she won't speak."

Dexter ordered coldly, "Bring her in!"

"Yes, Mr. Fuller!"

The bodyguard left and came back a while later, looking embarrassed. "Mr. Russell, the woman is still holding onto the door. She refuses to come in!" Dexter and Myra exchanged a glance, both sighing in exasperation.

Myra was already in a bad mood. She slammed the table and stood up angrily. "I'll go see for myself!"

Dexter had no choice but to follow.

Only Sebastian stayed seated, continuing to browse the news on his phone.

They stormed outside and immediately saw the intruder clutching the door frame with all her strength.

The intruder had messy hair and kept her head down, hiding her face.

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Myra felt a sense of familiarity.

"Kayla?" she called out, her voice trembling.

The intruder froze.

Finally, she slowly lifted her head, her face streaked with tears. She cried out, "Mom..."

Myra pressed her hand to her mouth in shock.

Kayla stood before her. She was so

thin that it seemed like the wind could blow her away. Her clothes were tor and dirty. She wasn't wearing shoes, and her bare feet were frozen, turning a deep purple. She was shaking violently in the cold.

"My daughter!" Myra's heart ached terribly. She immediately rushed forward, gathering the disheveled Kayla into her arms, trying to warm her up while walking her toward the villa.

But Kayla stubbornly refused to go inside.

Myra asked with a heavy heart, "Why don't you want to come in since you're home?"

"I'm too ashamed to go in." Kayla lowered her head, choking on her sobs. "Isneaked out of the sanatorium. I just wanted to sneak home and see you both. I missed you so much, Mom..."

Hearing this, both Myra and Dexter were deeply moved.

She had always been the precious jewel of the Fuller family, spoiled and cherished. But now, she looked like a beggar-her hair a mess, clothes ragged and thin, her feet bare and frozen, trembling O uncontrollably in the cold.

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She had even lost her usual confidence and boldness. She sounded timid and frightened now.

Myra's heart bled for her. This was the daughter she had loved with her life for 18 years!

At that moment, Dexter couldn't bring himself to say anything about weighing the pros and cons. He finally sighed. "Let's go. We're going home to eat!"